Sometimes I see myself as just being a thorn in the side around here when what I want most is to be a useful contributer. I guess what I really need is a break from the train.
this is why for the most part now I stay away from here. I come here now and again to read topics that I feel may interest me or that I could learn something from, but all too often posting on the train is useless. you just get attacked. people don't want to learn, they want to change minds. which is the opposite of a purposeful discussion.
Gimli 1993
Fargo 2003
Winnipeg 2005
Winnipeg 2011
St. Paul 2014
alright blux, dont stray too far. we need your voice back on the train someday...p.s. is of mice n men better than grapes of wrath? read the latter...
Hey, thanks, RFTC! Books- the subject always tempts to hang around a while. Oh, I love Steinbeck and not ashamed to say it. My Pop used to take us down to Cannery Row when we were kids and he'd show us Doc's Lab - that is, the real Ed Ricketts and the real Ed Ricketts lab. It was boarded up but basically intact with ocean-air faded walls and salt crusted windows and it was getting ready to start falling apart at the seams. The stink, noise, light, tone, habit, nostalgia and dream still lingered and it was very much still a poem.
But we were talking of mice, men and grapes. Of Mice and Men is a mini masterpiece, a nearly perfect tragedy and an incredible piece of work. Grapes of Wrath of course is much more sweeping and wide and very solid. Grapes of Wrath- FWUMP! A massive monster of a great book. So I guess I'd have to say apples and oranges or grapes and watermelons. I love them both but my favorites are Tortilla Flat, Cannery Row, Sweet Thursday and Travells With Charley- not necessarily because they're better but because they're the easiest shoes to put on for me.
How did you like Grapes, RFTC?
You may like this here article in today's Guardian:
Seventy years after The Grapes of Wrath was published, its themes – corporate greed, joblessness – are back with a vengeance. Melvyn Bragg on John Steinbeck's remarkable legacy
Melvyn Bragg
Guardian.co.uk, Monday 21 November 2011
I read The Grapes of Wrath in that fierce span of adolescence when reading was a frenzy. I was all but drowned in the pity and anger John Steinbeck evoked for these people, fleeing Oklahoma to seek work but finding nothing save cruelty, violence, the enmity of immoral banks and businesses, and the neglect by the state of its own people in the Land of the Free. The novel was published in 1939 and delivered a shock to the English reading world.
But for years I did not read him. Earlier this year, when asked to make a film about Steinbeck for the BBC, I went back with apprehension. The peaks of one's adolescent reading can prove troughs in late middle age. Life moves on; not all books do. But 50 years later, The Grapes of Wrath seems as savage as ever, and richer for my greater awareness of what Steinbeck did with the Oklahoma dialect and with his characters. It is just as alive, with its fine anger against the banks: "The bank – the monster – has to have profit all the time. It can't wait … It'll die when the monster stops growing. It can't stay in one place."
We started filming with a small crew in Oklahoma, near the spot where the novel begins. This summer there was another drought, as there had been in the 1930s. They farm land better now, but even so, many farmers are going bust. The resonances with contemporary America were powerful: the working and middle classes have once again been holed by the big banks. Once again, the protests have started up, as Americans scan their continent for work. As in the 1930s, there is a powerful feeling that the promised land promises nothing, not even hope.
In Steinbeck's day, this was part of the American dust bowl. "Every moving thing lifted the dust into the air," he wrote in The Grapes of Wrath. "A walking man lifted a thin layer as high as his waist. An automobile boiled a cloud behind it." Archive footage of the time shows dust storms swirling across the flat lands like tornadoes.
In the novel, the Joad family are driven off their farm by the banks. They pile, all 12 of them, into a truck which takes aim for the west coast, more than 1,000 miles of desert and a mountain range away. Although Steinbeck was not a Christian, he plundered the King James Bible for stories (Cain and Abel became East of Eden) and for the pulse of his prose. The family of 12 on that truck are as the 12 tribes of Israel seeking liberation. The truck itself is an ark; there is even a man named Noah on board. It was this journey that my camera crew and I followed, often down Highway 66, "the main immigrant road … the path of people in flight, refugees from dust and the shrinking land, from the thunder of tractors and shrinking ownership". Upwards of half a million Americans migrated west in the space of two or three years in the 30s, the biggest internal migration in US history.
What happened to the Joad family was an attempt to keep them and everybody like them out of California. In effect, the state unilaterally seceded from the rest of the country, refusing entry to their fellow Americans and criminalising them. There were beatings, and the loss of civil rights. The Nation magazine reported that at a place called Salinas, near the Californian coast, "something shockingly like a concentration camp had recently been constructed … a water tower rises in solitary grandeur in the midst of the camp. Surrounding the tower is a platform splendidly adapted for observation, night illumination and marksmanship." In September 1936, a pitched battle was fought in Salinas between the forces of agribusiness (stiffened by 250 proto-fascist American Legionnaires and 2,000 local vigilantes) and workers who had been forced to accept less-than-subsistence wages, forever undercut by the desperation of other workers prepared to take any wages. They were loosely organised by communists, but mostly driven by hunger.
Undercover on the bread line
Salinas was Steinbeck's home town. It made him, and after that street battle, it made him anew. His birth house is now a museum. It is a detached building, on what was in his boyhood the upper professional class road in the town, as Victorian as you could imagine. Fine bricks and wood, good-sized and plentiful rooms, sturdy furniture. On the wall there is a Christmas photograph of Mr and Mrs Steinbeck and their children, every one of them dressed as if for church. Every one of them is reading a book. The camera receives not a single glance. The Steinbecks are engaged in things of the mind.
Steinbeck studied science at university, but from an early age declared himself to be a writer and set up an unrelenting daily routine. His intellectual fascinations were great literature and biology, especially marine biology. His whole world view began in a rock pool and swept up to a study of the stars.
He had written articles about the migrants passing through Salinas, and worked at menial jobs around California for months during his protracted university years, but The Grapes of Wrath proved radically different. It was as if he had transplanted himself into another class, and into areas of passion and politics he had only observed before. A previous novel, In Dubious Battle, was an examination of earlier labour battles, but he wrote of that book: "I wanted to achieve a kind of detached perspective. I'm non-partisan, I'm just going to report, as a journalist, what's going on." In that curiously bloodless book, the communist organisers are as manipulative as the landowners themselves. In Dubious Battle was his rock pool. He was the examining scientist.
In The Grapes of Wrath you feel (correctly I believe) that Steinbeck was a core participant. What had changed him? In my view, it was probably a man called Tom Collins. After the battle of Salinas, Steinbeck decided to go undercover for months, to research what would become The Grapes of Wrath. He contacted the headquarters of the Farm Security Administration in Washington and said he wanted to work as a migrant. They assigned him to Collins, a camp manager at Arvin in California. The two men worked in the valleys for several months in 1937. Steinbeck dedicated the book "To Tom – who lived it".
The camp Collins ran features like a utopia in the novel. We filmed there this summer, and it is deeply touching to see that Collins not only ran a rare, uncorrupt and democratic camp, but had put up a schoolhouse, a library and a meeting hall. Collins and Arvin are at the moral centre of the book; what he learned there gave Steinbeck the vision and mass of knowledge he needed to write the book. He learned how to keep battered trucks on the road, what food was possible on the poverty line. His descriptions of physical work are authentic, as are the flashes of human kindness and the constant stab of inhuman cruelty.
Steinbeck wrote furiously and said that the effort nearly destroyed him. "I'm trying to write history while it is happening, and I don't want it to be wrong." He added: "t is a mean, nasty book and if I could make it nastier I would … the book has a definite job to do … I want to put a tag of shame on the greedy bastards who are responsible for this." He took his title from the Book of Revelation, via the triumphalist 1861 Battle Hymn of the Republic, reprinting it in full at the beginning of the novel.
A liar and a communist
It was the bestselling book in America in 1939. A film version starring Henry Fonda and directed by John Ford followed, itself a classic. Arthur Miller wrote of Steinbeck, "I can't think of another American writer, with the possible exception of Mark Twain, who so deeply penetrated the political life of the country." And yet Steinbeck was also called "a liar", "a communist" and "a Jew acting for Zionist-Communist interests". The book was burned in the streets; it was banned in schools and libraries, with its explicit sexuality given as the excuse. It was virulently attacked in Congress, and Steinbeck's subsequent success in Russia eroded his reputation from the cold war onwards. He bought himself a revolver for self-defence and had good reason to fear for his life. The book has sold about 14m copies and still sells steadily.
Steinbeck went on to develop his interest in natural science and to write many more books. His large attempt was to find common ground between the observable natural world and the worlds of myths and mysticism. His reputation was blasted regularly by the new metropolitan tastemakers. The New York Times poured bile over his head the day before he won the Nobel prize, in 1962 ("The Swedes have made a serious error by giving the prize to a writer whose limited talent is in his best books watered down by 10th-rate philosophising"), though there were many fine writers who rushed to defend him. Steinbeck answered his critics in his acceptance speech in Stockholm. "Literature is not a game for the cloistered elect. Literature is as old as speech. It grew out of human need for it and it has not changed except to become more needed."
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Moving through All Kinds of Terrain. Posts: 42,428
Steinbeck was one of the first writers to really capture both my imagination and an interest in social issues. I think I've read just about everything he wrote including A Life in Letters, a huge 861 page collection of his letters edited by his wife, Elaine. I wasn't sure I'd get through the whole thing but these letters really are, like everything he wrote, at the very least interesting and often fascinating.
"Pretty cookies, heart squares all around, yeah!" -Eddie Vedder, "Smile"
Depression can set in easily and be overwhelming. I completely understand. Im gonna miss yah. I too will leave soon too. Getting tired of butting heads heralding the news when if feels no one listens. But when I ignore the world and its people it quickly seems to fall to shit. so what do I do then let it fall to shit or jump back into the boxing ring? I dont know what to tell yah. Damned if you do and damned if you dont.
Best wishes for whatever you decide to do. Been quite a pleasure getting to know you.
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brianlux
Moving through All Kinds of Terrain. Posts: 42,428
Depression can set in easily and be overwhelming. I completely understand. Im gonna miss yah. I too will leave soon too. Getting tired of butting heads heralding the news when if feels no one listens. But when I ignore the world and its people it quickly seems to fall to shit. so what do I do then let it fall to shit or jump back into the boxing ring? I dont know what to tell yah. Damned if you do and damned if you dont.
Best wishes for whatever you decide to do. Been quite a pleasure getting to know you.
I'm sorry SweetChildofMine--- I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing at me. Look at what a rumor I've started!
My "Jump Ship" post originated last September when some of the AMT posts rankled me to the point of wanting to bail. That's old news- like I say, I've learned that when a post irks me it's best to take a deep breath (or pound on my desk, right R.? ) and just regroup my thoughts.
Yah think Id want to sit around babysit in the few months of beautiful weather I get a year arguing> F' no! The waking wonder of pink springtime blossoms, jackrabbits and squirrels dancing to tunes of yellow finches and beats of butterfly wings... then swimming in clean water, hiking, camping and drunk all night campfires and sleeping on swings and hammocks under whispering pine canopy tipped in bursting midnight stars by an ensuing complete lullaby by crickets and frogs... then falling in Love again with the world are all just around the corner! Makes it worth the fight....
All that! To trade such inspiration and joy only to be trolled by teabaggers on the internet, Id have to be an insane masochist!!!!
I didnt read the date. Damn me.
Oh well.
yo me enfrio o lo sufro....Si me voy - va a haber peligro...Si me quedo es doble...Pero me tienes que decir...yo me enfrio o lo sufro?
Yah think Id want to sit around babysit in the few months of beautiful weather I get a year arguing> F' no! The waking wonder of pink springtime blossoms, jackrabbits and squirrels dancing to tunes of yellow finches and beats of butterfly wings... then swimming in clean water, hiking, camping and drunk all night campfires and sleeping on swings and hammocks under whispering pine canopy tipped in bursting midnight stars by an ensuing complete lullaby by crickets and frogs... then falling in Love again with the world are all just around the corner! Makes it worth the fight....
All that! To trade such inspiration and joy only to be trolled by teabaggers on the internet, Id have to be an insane masochist!!!!
I didnt read the date. Damn me.
Oh well.
yo me enfrio o lo sufro....Si me voy - va a haber peligro...Si me quedo es doble...Pero me tienes que decir...yo me enfrio o lo sufro?
deep subject...
¿Entonces lo que es este peligro que usted habla de y de por qué tan frío (frío) y por qué lo sufre?
Well anyway Brian, I thought you were quitting AMT.
Not this week!
haha this is me sometimes too. i get all bent out of shape and shit
i say to myself or friends on here, i am done, im not coming back here for weeks or months...maybe just a few hours. gggrrrrr growl
Well anyway Brian, I thought you were quitting AMT.
Not this week!
haha this is me sometimes too. i get all bent out of shape and shit
i say to myself or friends on here, i am done, im not coming back here for weeks or months...maybe just a few hours. gggrrrrr growl
Face it, Chadwick, we're hooked!
"Pretty cookies, heart squares all around, yeah!" -Eddie Vedder, "Smile"
But not to worry, I've got this place figured out. Ten Club bombards us with subliminal messages and snippets of Pearl Jam music that only the subconscious part of our brains can detect such that we're basically locked in to the forum. Why else are the same people here over and over? We're all Pearl Jam Zombie Fans here.
Oh, and besides, where else am I going to get my news, especially my Fox news? (Hey, Godfather, you know I'm just toying with you. Your stuck here to, my friend! )
I know.... I gotta start getting to bed earlier. Where's that "Go to Bed!" thread?
"Pretty cookies, heart squares all around, yeah!" -Eddie Vedder, "Smile"
But not to worry, I've got this place figured out. Ten Club bombards us with subliminal messages and snippets of Pearl Jam music that only the subconscious part of our brains can detect such that we're basically locked in to the forum. Why else are the same people here over and over? We're all Pearl Jam Zombie Fans here.
Oh, and besides, where else am I going to get my news, especially my Fox news? (Hey, Godfather, you know I'm just toying with you. Your stuck here to, my friend! )
I know.... I gotta start getting to bed earlier. Where's that "Go to Bed!" thread?
where is that thread? Someone posted on it a week ago I think... Oh well
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brianlux
Moving through All Kinds of Terrain. Posts: 42,428
But not to worry, I've got this place figured out. Ten Club bombards us with subliminal messages and snippets of Pearl Jam music that only the subconscious part of our brains can detect such that we're basically locked in to the forum. Why else are the same people here over and over? We're all Pearl Jam Zombie Fans here.
Oh, and besides, where else am I going to get my news, especially my Fox news? (Hey, Godfather, you know I'm just toying with you. Your stuck here to, my friend! )
I know.... I gotta start getting to bed earlier. Where's that "Go to Bed!" thread?
where is that thread? Someone posted on it a week ago I think... Oh well
Too late, I'm up!
"Pretty cookies, heart squares all around, yeah!" -Eddie Vedder, "Smile"
Brian,
Every ones Going tooo mail You money.
You Frekin Rock.
Please????? I just found you!!!!
This Club !!! really needs you...
I admit I use too much puntuation? :?
We NEEEEEDDD YYYYOOOOUUUU
(Maybe we can drag him back kicking and screaming.. :shock: Brian Don"t read!)
You must Type!
Like stephen Kings "Misery"
Comments
Have you ever had that said of you? It has been of me.
-Eddie Vedder, "Smile"
this is why for the most part now I stay away from here. I come here now and again to read topics that I feel may interest me or that I could learn something from, but all too often posting on the train is useless. you just get attacked. people don't want to learn, they want to change minds. which is the opposite of a purposeful discussion.
Fargo 2003
Winnipeg 2005
Winnipeg 2011
St. Paul 2014
You may like this here article in today's Guardian:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2011/no ... -steinbeck
John Steinbeck's bitter fruit
Seventy years after The Grapes of Wrath was published, its themes – corporate greed, joblessness – are back with a vengeance. Melvyn Bragg on John Steinbeck's remarkable legacy
Melvyn Bragg
Guardian.co.uk, Monday 21 November 2011
I read The Grapes of Wrath in that fierce span of adolescence when reading was a frenzy. I was all but drowned in the pity and anger John Steinbeck evoked for these people, fleeing Oklahoma to seek work but finding nothing save cruelty, violence, the enmity of immoral banks and businesses, and the neglect by the state of its own people in the Land of the Free. The novel was published in 1939 and delivered a shock to the English reading world.
But for years I did not read him. Earlier this year, when asked to make a film about Steinbeck for the BBC, I went back with apprehension. The peaks of one's adolescent reading can prove troughs in late middle age. Life moves on; not all books do. But 50 years later, The Grapes of Wrath seems as savage as ever, and richer for my greater awareness of what Steinbeck did with the Oklahoma dialect and with his characters. It is just as alive, with its fine anger against the banks: "The bank – the monster – has to have profit all the time. It can't wait … It'll die when the monster stops growing. It can't stay in one place."
We started filming with a small crew in Oklahoma, near the spot where the novel begins. This summer there was another drought, as there had been in the 1930s. They farm land better now, but even so, many farmers are going bust. The resonances with contemporary America were powerful: the working and middle classes have once again been holed by the big banks. Once again, the protests have started up, as Americans scan their continent for work. As in the 1930s, there is a powerful feeling that the promised land promises nothing, not even hope.
In Steinbeck's day, this was part of the American dust bowl. "Every moving thing lifted the dust into the air," he wrote in The Grapes of Wrath. "A walking man lifted a thin layer as high as his waist. An automobile boiled a cloud behind it." Archive footage of the time shows dust storms swirling across the flat lands like tornadoes.
In the novel, the Joad family are driven off their farm by the banks. They pile, all 12 of them, into a truck which takes aim for the west coast, more than 1,000 miles of desert and a mountain range away. Although Steinbeck was not a Christian, he plundered the King James Bible for stories (Cain and Abel became East of Eden) and for the pulse of his prose. The family of 12 on that truck are as the 12 tribes of Israel seeking liberation. The truck itself is an ark; there is even a man named Noah on board. It was this journey that my camera crew and I followed, often down Highway 66, "the main immigrant road … the path of people in flight, refugees from dust and the shrinking land, from the thunder of tractors and shrinking ownership". Upwards of half a million Americans migrated west in the space of two or three years in the 30s, the biggest internal migration in US history.
What happened to the Joad family was an attempt to keep them and everybody like them out of California. In effect, the state unilaterally seceded from the rest of the country, refusing entry to their fellow Americans and criminalising them. There were beatings, and the loss of civil rights. The Nation magazine reported that at a place called Salinas, near the Californian coast, "something shockingly like a concentration camp had recently been constructed … a water tower rises in solitary grandeur in the midst of the camp. Surrounding the tower is a platform splendidly adapted for observation, night illumination and marksmanship." In September 1936, a pitched battle was fought in Salinas between the forces of agribusiness (stiffened by 250 proto-fascist American Legionnaires and 2,000 local vigilantes) and workers who had been forced to accept less-than-subsistence wages, forever undercut by the desperation of other workers prepared to take any wages. They were loosely organised by communists, but mostly driven by hunger.
Undercover on the bread line
Salinas was Steinbeck's home town. It made him, and after that street battle, it made him anew. His birth house is now a museum. It is a detached building, on what was in his boyhood the upper professional class road in the town, as Victorian as you could imagine. Fine bricks and wood, good-sized and plentiful rooms, sturdy furniture. On the wall there is a Christmas photograph of Mr and Mrs Steinbeck and their children, every one of them dressed as if for church. Every one of them is reading a book. The camera receives not a single glance. The Steinbecks are engaged in things of the mind.
Steinbeck studied science at university, but from an early age declared himself to be a writer and set up an unrelenting daily routine. His intellectual fascinations were great literature and biology, especially marine biology. His whole world view began in a rock pool and swept up to a study of the stars.
He had written articles about the migrants passing through Salinas, and worked at menial jobs around California for months during his protracted university years, but The Grapes of Wrath proved radically different. It was as if he had transplanted himself into another class, and into areas of passion and politics he had only observed before. A previous novel, In Dubious Battle, was an examination of earlier labour battles, but he wrote of that book: "I wanted to achieve a kind of detached perspective. I'm non-partisan, I'm just going to report, as a journalist, what's going on." In that curiously bloodless book, the communist organisers are as manipulative as the landowners themselves. In Dubious Battle was his rock pool. He was the examining scientist.
In The Grapes of Wrath you feel (correctly I believe) that Steinbeck was a core participant. What had changed him? In my view, it was probably a man called Tom Collins. After the battle of Salinas, Steinbeck decided to go undercover for months, to research what would become The Grapes of Wrath. He contacted the headquarters of the Farm Security Administration in Washington and said he wanted to work as a migrant. They assigned him to Collins, a camp manager at Arvin in California. The two men worked in the valleys for several months in 1937. Steinbeck dedicated the book "To Tom – who lived it".
The camp Collins ran features like a utopia in the novel. We filmed there this summer, and it is deeply touching to see that Collins not only ran a rare, uncorrupt and democratic camp, but had put up a schoolhouse, a library and a meeting hall. Collins and Arvin are at the moral centre of the book; what he learned there gave Steinbeck the vision and mass of knowledge he needed to write the book. He learned how to keep battered trucks on the road, what food was possible on the poverty line. His descriptions of physical work are authentic, as are the flashes of human kindness and the constant stab of inhuman cruelty.
Steinbeck wrote furiously and said that the effort nearly destroyed him. "I'm trying to write history while it is happening, and I don't want it to be wrong." He added: "t is a mean, nasty book and if I could make it nastier I would … the book has a definite job to do … I want to put a tag of shame on the greedy bastards who are responsible for this." He took his title from the Book of Revelation, via the triumphalist 1861 Battle Hymn of the Republic, reprinting it in full at the beginning of the novel.
A liar and a communist
It was the bestselling book in America in 1939. A film version starring Henry Fonda and directed by John Ford followed, itself a classic. Arthur Miller wrote of Steinbeck, "I can't think of another American writer, with the possible exception of Mark Twain, who so deeply penetrated the political life of the country." And yet Steinbeck was also called "a liar", "a communist" and "a Jew acting for Zionist-Communist interests". The book was burned in the streets; it was banned in schools and libraries, with its explicit sexuality given as the excuse. It was virulently attacked in Congress, and Steinbeck's subsequent success in Russia eroded his reputation from the cold war onwards. He bought himself a revolver for self-defence and had good reason to fear for his life. The book has sold about 14m copies and still sells steadily.
Steinbeck went on to develop his interest in natural science and to write many more books. His large attempt was to find common ground between the observable natural world and the worlds of myths and mysticism. His reputation was blasted regularly by the new metropolitan tastemakers. The New York Times poured bile over his head the day before he won the Nobel prize, in 1962 ("The Swedes have made a serious error by giving the prize to a writer whose limited talent is in his best books watered down by 10th-rate philosophising"), though there were many fine writers who rushed to defend him. Steinbeck answered his critics in his acceptance speech in Stockholm. "Literature is not a game for the cloistered elect. Literature is as old as speech. It grew out of human need for it and it has not changed except to become more needed."
Steinbeck was one of the first writers to really capture both my imagination and an interest in social issues. I think I've read just about everything he wrote including A Life in Letters, a huge 861 page collection of his letters edited by his wife, Elaine. I wasn't sure I'd get through the whole thing but these letters really are, like everything he wrote, at the very least interesting and often fascinating.
-Eddie Vedder, "Smile"
"With our thoughts we make the world"
He is staying .. do not panic!
I've also learned that it's easier to just breathe rather than jump.
-Eddie Vedder, "Smile"
Depression can set in easily and be overwhelming. I completely understand. Im gonna miss yah. I too will leave soon too. Getting tired of butting heads heralding the news when if feels no one listens. But when I ignore the world and its people it quickly seems to fall to shit. so what do I do then let it fall to shit or jump back into the boxing ring? I dont know what to tell yah. Damned if you do and damned if you dont.
Best wishes for whatever you decide to do.
My "Jump Ship" post originated last September when some of the AMT posts rankled me to the point of wanting to bail. That's old news- like I say, I've learned that when a post irks me it's best to take a deep breath (or pound on my desk, right R.?
So this thread is like a circle... or a song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GqH21LEmfbQ
Hey, I'm stayin'!
-Eddie Vedder, "Smile"
Yah think Id want to sit around babysit in the few months of beautiful weather I get a year arguing> F' no! The waking wonder of pink springtime blossoms, jackrabbits and squirrels dancing to tunes of yellow finches and beats of butterfly wings... then swimming in clean water, hiking, camping and drunk all night campfires and sleeping on swings and hammocks under whispering pine canopy tipped in bursting midnight stars by an ensuing complete lullaby by crickets and frogs... then falling in Love again with the world are all just around the corner! Makes it worth the fight....
All that! To trade such inspiration and joy only to be trolled by teabaggers on the internet, Id have to be an insane masochist!!!!
I didnt read the date. Damn me.
Oh well.
yo me enfrio o lo sufro....Si me voy - va a haber peligro...Si me quedo es doble...Pero me tienes que decir...yo me enfrio o lo sufro?
deep subject...
¿Entonces lo que es este peligro que usted habla de y de por qué tan frío (frío) y por qué lo sufre?
Godfather.
I am not cold.
Mi corazon no es.
Shit, made me get out the BIG University of Chicago Spanish English dictionary for that one, with all the Spanish variables.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
-Eddie Vedder, "Smile"
¡No me tomes el pelo!
-Eddie Vedder, "Smile"
Well anyway Brian, I thought you were quitting AMT.
Not this week!
-Eddie Vedder, "Smile"
google.translate came up with:
I'm not a quitter is not a creed deer Rome.
I'm not a quitter either, dear SweetChildofMine!
-Eddie Vedder, "Smile"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M2iTsBABkEE
i say to myself or friends on here, i am done, im not coming back here for weeks or months...maybe just a few hours. gggrrrrr growl
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Face it, Chadwick, we're hooked!
-Eddie Vedder, "Smile"
But not to worry, I've got this place figured out. Ten Club bombards us with subliminal messages and snippets of Pearl Jam music that only the subconscious part of our brains can detect such that we're basically locked in to the forum. Why else are the same people here over and over?
Oh, and besides, where else am I going to get my news, especially my Fox news? (Hey, Godfather, you know I'm just toying with you. Your stuck here to, my friend!
I know.... I gotta start getting to bed earlier. Where's that "Go to Bed!" thread?
-Eddie Vedder, "Smile"
Too late, I'm up!
-Eddie Vedder, "Smile"
Every ones Going tooo mail You money.
You Frekin Rock.
Please????? I just found you!!!!
This Club !!! really needs you...
I admit I use too much puntuation? :?
We NEEEEEDDD YYYYOOOOUUUU
(Maybe we can drag him back kicking and screaming..
You must Type!
Like stephen Kings "Misery"
We love You!!!!
The Peaces!!!!
I am bumping this? :oops: