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8,516 words

So, I’m 8,516 words into my thesis.  About 60 pages so-far.  I think I’m very well past half-point and progressing very well (considering this was done in a few days).

This song goes well with the whole idea of writing.

Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Well, it’s actually this past Monday, but you’re right about “the rest is still unwritten” :-)

Cheers, mates!

I’m back to work.

Natasha Bedingfield
Unwritten

I am unwritten, can’t read my mind, I’m undefined
I’m just beginning, the pen’s in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else

Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Oh, oh, oh

I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We’ve been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can’t live that way

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else

Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else

Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten

Russian Happy B-day Song

Oh, this bring memories! :)

I could never be a woman

Nice song! I have not heard it in soooo long… I have no idea what sparked my memory but something did :)


From LYRICSMODE.COM lyrics archive

Song lyrics | Your Woman lyrics

White Town
Your Woman

Just tell me what you’ve got to say to me
I’ve been waiting for so long to hear the truth
It comes as no surprise at all you see
So cut the crap and tell me that we’re through
Now, I know your heart, I know your mind
You don’t even know you’re being unkind
So much for all your highbrow Marxist ways
Just use me up and then you walk away
Boy, you can’t play me that way

Well, I guess what you say is true
I could never be the right kind of girl for you
I could never be your woman

I could never be your woman
I could never be your woman
I could never be your woman

When I saw my best friend yesterday
She said she never liked you from the start
Well me, I wish that I could claim the same
But you always knew you held my heart
And you’re such a charming handsome man
Now I think I finally understand
Is it in your genes?
I don’t know
But I’ll soon find out, that’s for sure
Why did you play me this way?

Well I guess what you say is true
I could never be the right kind of girl for you
I could never be your woman

I could never be your woman
I could never be your woman
I could never be your woman

[Instrumental]

Well I guess what they say is true
I could never spend my life with a man like you
I could never be your woman.

I could never be your woman
I could never be your woman
I could never be your woman

New song I like (2/2) - I Kissed A Girl

This is now playing in every club in the city.

I kinda like it :)

I mean, I listened to it once and I like it.

Katy Perry
I Kissed A Girl


From LYRICSMODE.COM lyrics archive

Song lyrics | I Kissed A Girl lyrics

Lyrics:

This was never the way I planned
Not my intention
I got so brave, drink in hand
Lost my discretion
It’s not what, I’m used to
Just wanna try you on
I’m curious for you
Caught my attention

I kissed a girl and I liked it
The taste of her cherry chap stick
I kissed a girl just to try it
I hope my boyfriend don’t mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so right
Don’t mean I’m in love tonight
I kissed a girl and I liked it
I liked it

No, I don’t even know your name
It doesn’t matter
You’re my experimental game
Just human nature
It’s not what, good girls do
Not how they should behave
My head gets so confused
Hard to obey

I kissed a girl and I liked it
The taste of her cherry chap stick
I kissed a girl just to try it
I hope my boyfriend don’t mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so right
Don’t mean I’m in love tonight
I kissed a girl and I liked it
I liked it

Us girls we are so magical
Soft skin, red lips, so kissable
Hard to resist so touchable
Too good to deny it
Ain’t no big deal, it’s innocent

I kissed a girl and I liked it
The taste of her cherry chap stick
I kissed a girl just to try it
I hope my boyfriend don’t mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so right
Don’t mean I’m in love tonight
I kissed a girl and I liked it
I liked it

New song I like (1/2) - The Sweet Escape

This is definitely not new.  But I just recently found it and decided to get.

Gwen Stefani
The Sweet Escape


From LYRICSMODE.COM lyrics archive

Song lyrics | The Sweet Escape lyrics

Lyrics:

Woo-who, yee-who
Woo-who, yee-who
Woo-who, yee-who
Woo-who, yee-who

If I could escape
I would, but first of all let me say
I must apologize for acting stank and treating you this way
Cause I’ve been acting like sour milk all on the floor
It’s your fault you didn’t shut the refrigerator
Maybe that’s the reason I’ve been acting so cold

If I could escape (escape)
And re-create a place that’s my own world (own world)
And I could be your favorite girl forever, perfectly together
And tell me boy, now wouldn’t that be sweet? (sweet escape)

If I could be sweet (be sweet)
I know I’ve been a real bad girl (bad girl)
I didn’t mean for you to get hurt
Whatsoever, we can make it better
And tell me boy, now wouldn’t that be sweet? (sweet escape)

Woo-who, I wanna get away
Yee-who, (get away)
Woo-who, To our sweet escape
Yee-who, (sweet escape)
Woo-who, I wanna get away
Yee-who, (get away)
Woo-who, Ooh yeah
Yee-who, (ooh yeah)

You melt me down
I’m at my lowest boiling point
Come help me out
I need to get me out of this joint
Come on, let’s bounce
Counting on you to turn me around
Instead of clowning around let’s look for some common ground

So baby, times gettin’ a little crazy
I’ve been gettin’ a little lazy
Waiting for you to come save me
I can see that you’re angry
By the way that you treat me
Hopefully you don’t leave me
I want to take you with me

If I could escape (escape)
And re-create a place that’s my own world (own world)
And I could be your favorite girl forever, perfectly together
And tell me boy, now wouldn’t that be sweet? (sweet escape)

If I could be sweet (be sweet)
I know I’ve been a real bad girl (bad girl)
I didn’t mean for you to get hurt
Whatsoever, we can make it better
And tell me boy, now wouldn’t that be sweet? (sweet escape)

Woo-who, yee-who
Woo-who, yee-who
If I could escape
Woo-who, yee-who
Woo-who, yee-who
If I could escape
Woo-who, yee-who
Woo-who, yee-who

Cause I’ve been acting like sour milk all on the floor
It’s your fault you didn’t shut the refrigerator
Maybe that’s the reason I’ve been acting so cold

If I could escape (escape)
And re-create a place that’s my own world (own world)
And I could be your favorite girl forever, perfectly together
And tell me boy, now wouldn’t that be sweet? (sweet escape)

If I could be sweet (be sweet)
I know I’ve been a real bad girl (bad girl)
I didn’t mean for you to get hurt
Whatsoever, we can make it better
And tell me boy, now wouldn’t that be sweet? (sweet escape)

Woo-who, I wanna get away
Yee-who, (get away)
Woo-who, To our sweet escape
Yee-who, (sweet escape)
Woo-who, I wanna get away
Yee-who, (get away)
Woo-who, Ooh yeah
Yee-who, (ooh yeah)

Woo-who, yee-who
Woo-who, yee-who

Hot Club of Philadelphia @ World Cafe Live

So, we went to see Hot Club of Philadelphia at World Cafe Live.

Was tons of fun! I wasn’t planning to attend this event, it sort-of just fell onto my lap.

Ended up being quite interesting and entertaining. Openers sucked, as usual, but the main band (the Hot Club) were on the point.

Here are some crappy cell phone videos I took:

If you get a chance to, definitely check these guys out! You will not be disappointed.

More “on my desktop” videos

So, here are 3 more videos from my desktop.

VERY nice work, I think.

FYI, first one is kind of X-rated… Just so you know :)

Josh Wink - Higher State Of Concioussness (Uncensored)

NAIVE - 4to Nam Delat’ (in Russian)

NAIVE - Obyvatel (in Russian). Very cool idea and delivery! Much respect!

Cellist Mstislav Rostropovich dies

It is a pity, really. This month is not being too nice on the great. My co-worker’s grandfather had passed away, Yeltsin, and now Rostropovich.

Not good news at all.

Alas, this is a part of life, methinks.

Cellist Mstislav Rostropovich

There is a nice article on him that I found in Yahoo news. Actually, Kara found it, but no matter.

Rostropovich stirred souls with playing that was both intense and seemingly effortless. He fought for the rights of Soviet-era dissidents and later triumphantly played Bach suites below the crumbling Berlin Wall.

In his last public appearance, at his birthday celebration in the Kremlin on March 27, Rostropovich was frail but still able to show his capacity for joy and generosity.

Wow. !!!!!! Think about it… He was 80. As in eight zero… as in one more than seventy nine… and STILL playing. Strength like this, both physical and more importantly mental is a thing to envy.

Lately I find myself talking to people and forgetting what the fuck we’re talking about 1/2 way through the conversation. I mean it’s a worthless conversation anyway, about the weather and someone’s kids, but no matter. 80… Still playing his cello… kicking ass!!

Dude, wherever you are now, me salutes you.

Cheers!