If you don't already know, do this search: susan boyle britains got talent - She is a singer. Her story is both sad and amazing. "I Dreamed a Dream" is the song she sings. In the Seattle Intelligencer is a post by Steven J. Patrick about life dreams, written because of Susan Boyle's performance. I came upon it as the result of this search: susan boyle american idol There are videos of her singing the song. * bl00333
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Susan Boyle Britain's Got Talent
Friday, March 27, 2009
Indeed Indeed
This music I relate to, only in my case I was not the one who died; but I did mess up severely, and so was part of the reason my other died. Mr. Philip Metres placed a video of it on his blog. Indeed #1 refers to the title of his post. #2 Indeed to his words under the video. a Johnny Cash song that made my eyes glaze rho00323
Monday, March 16, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Courting Cardinal
Wednesday and/or Thursday the nearby male was working his way from 0 to 4 thusly: two-wheat two-wheat two-wheat two-wheat tyou two-wheat two-wheat tyou tyou two-wheat two-wheat tyou two-wheat two-wheat tyou tyou two-wheat two-wheat tyou tyou tyou two-wheat two-wheat tyou tyou two-wheat two-wheat tyou tyou tyou two-wheat two-wheat tyou tyou tyou tyou - Friday he ratcheted it up to 5 and then 6: two-wheat two-wheat tyou tyou tyou tyou two-wheat two-wheat tyou tyou tyou two-wheat two-wheat tyou tyou tyou tyou two-wheat two-wheat tyou tyou tyou tyou tyou two-wheat two-wheat tyou tyou tyou tyou two-wheat two-wheat tyou tyou tyou tyou tyou two-wheat two-wheat tyou tyou tyou tyou tyou tyou - Today, in a clipped manner, he stretched the two-wheat and shortened the tyou's to one tyou: two-it two-it two-it two-it two-it two-it tyou two-it two-it two-it two-it two-it two-it tyou two-it two-it two-it two-it two-it two-it tyou - - Amused and bemused, I cannot decipher the meanings of his courting songs, but the female was on a wire today. So she hasn't left the territory. They've been together here all winter. Tune in tomorrow. rho00315
Thursday, February 5, 2009
05
Is music transcended mathematics? - Added 24/7 Wall St to link list at Money Rho. - A precipitous drop through yesterday and into today saw BAC hit a new low of $3.77 but then head up. The volume was extra heavy, and after-hours trading saw the stock rise above $5.00. - Once I find where I hid my small stock market memoir I will put that up at Money Rho. - Rule 3: If you recall Jesus's parable of the talents, you know we are enjoined to use our means to learn and share new means, to improve our lives and the lives of others. rho00281
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Luciano Pavarotti
Had planned on connecting to another video of a different song by someone else, but a visit last night to Dead Mule led to this, and I don't even remember what the one I'd intended for here was. Nessun Dorma rho00268
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
In Transit four
While in high school the notion of being a priest obsessed me, leading me to the Jesuits. When they answered my query, they said that since I had not been in a Jesuit high school/ I should first attend Marquette University for one year. I knew I might be totally wrong, but I also knew I had to explore my desire; and so--with help from an aunt--I went to Marquette. My year there did not dissuade me, but it should have. The inner me was like two persons at odds with each other, a condition that was already at least seven years old. Had someone been able to follow me, that someone would have noted how the outer me mirrored the inner me. Two events that I want to relate would clearly show the split in me, but I am going to reveal something other. I was informed by another student in the dorm wing about a personality test of some kind. Some had taken it and, while that wasn't a sufficient prod for me to take it, I did. Actually, although at the time I didn't consider that possibility, the whole thing could well have been a ruse. I know opinions are formed about me, opinions I'm never made aware of. Anyway, the test said/ I lacked integrity. I dissed that result, but was unable to stop pondering it. I simply was not ready to face the truth. In that dorm wing that 1959/1960 year each room had two beds and two residents. Schroeder Hall was a huge dorm. In a room near the south end were two dark-skinned--Negroes was probably the term used then--residents. The one from Chicago was small like me. The one from Rochester, NY, was of medium build but over six feet tall. He and I got into evening bowling together at the university's lanes. He had a cooler character, and often tried to cool the temperature of mine. Usually--maybe always--on our return, we stopped at the White Tower restaurant for a quick snack such as a buttered bun. That was the extent of our relationship. I haven't forgotten his name. When the day came to head up to Minnesota north of St. Paul, a passenger with me (a high school classmate who had an older brother who was a Jesuit) on the back seat/ was a welcome surprise, not that he and I were friends or ever would be, but it was good to have someone to converse with. I had an uncle who for a while operated what was then popular and was called a teen bar. I told this passenger I had never been to a teen bar. He told me I hadn't missed anything. Of course, I didn't need to go out to a bar. There was a bar in our basement. Even with that, I wasn't a drinker those days. What I do remember were the parties my parents had and the frosted bar glasses, each of which had a clear keyhole and through each keyhole one could see a sexy lady painted inside. I also remember the cases of Kingsbury beer. Still, even though I ate lunch with three other guys during high school, and even though there was a large neighborhood of kids around us and I did get somewhat close to a few of them, I remained essentially distant. So we arrive at this grand property outside of St. Bonifacius, MN, where a structure shaped like a cross loomed. Priests and brothers and four years of seminarians were housed there. Each seminarian had his own room, and each was provided with a traditional Jesuit garb. For me it was perfect at the beginning. Somehow, while I was there, I and one who became and yet is a Jesuit, entered into a friendship of a kind. Memories from those Novitiate days are numerous. I did learn from that experience, but in the end I was not fit. So it was that on Pentecost Sunday in 1962, after having come within moments of dying from complications due to a ruptured appendix, I--after being blessed by one of the priests in a cloister walk while Mass was being celebrated within--exited. I did write poems while I was there. The most important of them are online over at Sprintedon Hollow (Salchert's Hermitage / Salchert's Hole). Further proof of part of what was wrong with me. Perhaps still is. One constant in my life is my push to learn. I am always on a learning curve. Problem is that by the time I have learned something/ much of its value has long passed. Lime vodka sweet. Guinness stout. Michelob dark. I was a mystic. Rather, I was a Miss Tick, and no Tock. - Rho00120 Gustav Holst The Planets Op.32 Neptune
Friday, July 18, 2008
In Transit three
Three After finishing Morning Kindergarten, I was placed in Afternoon Kindergarten because it was determined I was not socially ready to enter First Grade. What they did not realize was that I would never be socially ready. The Second Grade I was in also had students who were in the Third Grade. A day came when the teacher was teaching Third Grade math. I was watching. She saw that I was watching. Strangely, when a Third Grade student up at the blackboard (greenboard?) was unable to produce the correct answer to the problem there, she asked me to try. Since I do not recall the problem, I cannot say I answered it correctly, but my emotional memory says I did. No big deal, though, since I didn't get moved up to the Third Grade. When I was in the First Grade, my parents had me take piano lessons, but there were two conditions against me: small hands and poor brain-to-fingers coordination. It happened I became ill with measles during that time. Dealing with them gave me time to think. I decided to/ quit taking piano lessons. My parents also got me into a cub scout den and then into a boy scout troop. What I learned from those experiences was worth the while, but I never made First Class as a boy scout. Due to breathing difficulties I was unable to overcome, I couldn't swim the required 50 yards. One summer I came upon an empty "tiny" white cardboard box, a box which may have been for some item of jewelry. I took it and made it a magical box, placing short curlicues of white paper in it & other things, all of which I made magical. It was then that the word "Rhodingeedaddee" arrived. Why? From where? I have no clue, but that is the way I remember it. What they did not realize was: I never would be socially ready. When I was eleven or twelve, my interest in space and stars made me want to become an astrophysicist. However, I was exploring other disciplines also, one which resulted in the crafting of my first poem. I call that poem a verse now. It, along with 23 other early verses, is online in my S H. In high school I found math and sciences less appealing than the humanities. My grades were on the exceptional side/ but had I been placed a grade higher/ I feel to this day/ I would have put more effort into what I was studying. I did resume trying to write poems, and one was sent to a national high school competition and was included in an anthology and a year or so later in an issue of the Marquette Journal. It was my first sonnet, but it began as a longer, looser poem (verse). Somehow, while in high school, Charles Péguy ..... drew my attention. Attempted to imitate him, but just once. Rho00118 Gustav Holst The Planets Op.32 Uranus
Thursday, July 17, 2008
In Transit two
Two Shortly after I was born/ I was taken back to the hospital. Somehow I had contracted impetigo. That disease is contagious. I've been told I was placed in a warm room and was unclothed. Recollections of those days are nil, but I have an unprovable theory about them. Since it was somewhat like returning to the comfort of the womb, I think it may have had a positive effect on me. On the other hand, since I was unclothed, I think my exhibitionist tendencies and/ may have begun there. Although I do not recall those times either, I was, apparently, somewhat aggressively precocious. One of my sisters has told me I would get up on top of the kitchen table and attempt to argue with my dad, but as he wanted nothing to do with it, he would just eat a little faster and go outside. One day when I was yet quite young I had a conversation with an adult female neighbor while sitting with her on their family's front steps. The contents of that conversation I have no memory of, but I later found out she told my mother I talked like an adult. We and our neighbors lived near what then was the west edge of FdL, yet we had sidewalks and sewers and street lights. Oh the stories they were props in! Unlike most other kids--being a dreamer and adventurer, during my tricycle days I sometimes pedalled beyond our corner lots. Two such got me into trouble. Around two blocks to the south/ the sidewalk along the street our house faced/ passed a vacant lot, and there was a shallow dip. Don't recall how I got past it going south, but I do recall deciding to ride through it on my way back north. Suddenly, the dip proved/ I was the dip. Incident two was propelled by curiosity. I heard music in the distance to the east, and I pedalled off in search of its source. I found it: a band, a marching-type band, near the railroad tracks just north of the train station. That station was nearly a mile from where we lived. On my way home, my parents showed up in the family car. Am unclear about that, but I think that is what happened. When I was older, my sisters and I got the brilliant idea of twirling our bodies around in our livingroom. It was a dizzy idea, and who was the first victim: I was. Splat. My forehead against the wooden arm of dad's easy chair. Mother called the family doctor and rushed me to his office. 4 stitches. One of the first questions a neurologist asks when you visit him/her because you have had a seizure is: "Have you had any head injuries?" I haven't kept a count. Rho00117 Gustav Holst The Planets Op.32 Mars
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
In Transit
One It is late; but I am beginning here a something: a ponding brook, a cloud of debris, an opening. The majority of my days as a viable human/ have passed, and I--now the hermit I thought I always wanted to be--am grateful, yet lost. There is in me a quivering understanding of how I got to where I am, moment into moment into moment; but no understanding at all of what comes next. A swirl of humans accompanies me/ on this planet: some of whom I interact with; most of whom I do not know. I have and use a name: a family name, a first name, a middle name, and a chosen-by-me Confirmation name. Yet, I constantly question it/them. Who am I, really? In my imagination there is another me who is a philanthropist, or was a philanthropist. My existence at this moment is an absolute mystery, a mystery which is the result of choices beyond comprehension. The choices include choices I have made, choices of all levels of good and evil. Really, who am I? Why am I? What motivates me to pursue what I pursue? It is late. Rho00116 - Gustav Holst The Planets Op.32 Jupiter
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Monday, July 23, 2007
some fav pop songs
In the clinical sense, I am not depressed; but I have always been excessively lonely. If I spent a long enough time on it, I might be able to recall the titles of close to one hundred popular songs I could say are favorites of mine; but a few are: - "Baker Street" by Gerry Rafferty with its appropriately haunting saxophone riff by Rafael Ravenscroft . "The Way It Is" by Bruce Rogers Hornsby and The Range . "Key Largo" . "I Am . . . I Said" . "Vincent (Starry, Starry Night)" . "Only the Lonely" . (most songs having to do with wind) - If I were asked what in nature I identify with (see myself as), I would answer: the wind. Brian Salchert See directory2007 in Catmap. Rho00010
