"Danny Boy" has probably made more adults cry than any other song in history, First, its tune, "Londonderry Air", is absolutely lovely. Secondly, it was first popularized in 1915, and became a ballad sung to the fallen of WWI.
The lyrics:
Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountainside. The summer's gone, and all the roses falling. 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer's in the meadow Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow, 'Tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow. Oh Danny Boy, Oh Danny Boy, I love you so.
But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying If I'm dead, as dead I well may be. Ye'll come and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an Ave there for me. And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me, And o'er my grave will warmer, sweeter be, For you will bend and tell me that you love me, And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.
I'm with Rohin. I used to love the smell of gasoline when we got a fill-up in my youth.
What about "Summer Sunday"? A mix of newly-mown grass and charcoal grilled steaks? Or "New Car"?
"Frat-House Party" for the nostalgic.
But I would have to vote for the candles that smell like single-malt scotches. Any aficionado can tell you that the smell of each is distinct and with its own identity, and the smell of the scotch is part of its delicious mystery.
I wonder what Noam Chomsky or Steven Pinker would make of this tape.
Obviously infant humans have tremendous unacknowledged skills as semioticians. Perhaps watching the signing show at such a very young age simply developed her strengths in interpretation of signs that much faster. At what age did she begin to view the program?
For Elizabeth, personally, the struggle will be for her to develop knowledge of what the words (both as spoken and written) are referring to. She obviously has mastered the phonics of the process called reading, which is understanding the sounds that the combinations of written vowels and consonants.
As a matter of human study, though, I wonder who will be setting up a child study lab that trains pre-toddlers to associate sounds and gestures with letters?
So it's not just tiny hail or sleet, as I in my ignorance have called it? Fascinating! Thank you!
The "100 names for snow" of the Inuit is supposed to be a canard, but reading "Smilla's Sense of Snow" illuminated a few of the names they have for different types of ice. Do you know any more of the names for different types of precipitation, frozen or not?
L, I envy you. Winchester House is one of those mythical buildings that one always wants to visit.
I loved Natirar, the former Kate Macy Ladd Home and former home of the King of Morocco. Absolutely beautiful interior and grounds. The guest houses alone make my houses look shabby. http://www.startsandfits.com/hardenbergh/natirar.html
As a mom, all I can say is that I wish there was a website of all these videos of people being stupid. It could be called, "No, Don't Do That!" Kids could watch it everyday to learn why they shouldn't do things like play hockey with a burning puck after dousing their hockey gear with lighter fluid. Or skateboard without protective gear. Or hang their bodies out of car windows while attempting to steer with their feet. Or jump off the roof into a pile of ANYTHING. Or try to use their rectum as a bottle-rocket-launcher.
Or try to pull down a tree that is longer than their truck with said truck.
It would save parents a lot of lecturing which kids don't listen to anyway.
Well, for what it's worth in my youth I had a friend who had been in the Black Watch Regiment in WWI. He spent 4 years in the trenches of Flanders as a young man.
He said the worst part of the war wasn't the death, the shelling, or even the mud. It was the lice. The Scots all felt sorry for the Tommys, who wore button-front trou. The Scots lads all wore kilts which made it easy to get the lice off. After all, no drawers meant easy access.
"Weren't you cold in a kilt?" I asked. "Not a bit of it," he replied. "We all wore woolen kidney warmers. If you keep your kidneys warm, you'll stay warm, and you'll never get sick."
I've never tested it but there is the testimony I heard.
Are there any veterans of the trenches still left alive?
The lyrics:
Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountainside.
The summer's gone, and all the roses falling.
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow,
'Tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow.
Oh Danny Boy, Oh Danny Boy, I love you so.
But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying
If I'm dead, as dead I well may be.
Ye'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an Ave there for me.
And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me,
And o'er my grave will warmer, sweeter be,
For you will bend and tell me that you love me,
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.
And what is the story with that Lapp band?
What about "Summer Sunday"? A mix of newly-mown grass and charcoal grilled steaks? Or "New Car"?
"Frat-House Party" for the nostalgic.
But I would have to vote for the candles that smell like single-malt scotches. Any aficionado can tell you that the smell of each is distinct and with its own identity, and the smell of the scotch is part of its delicious mystery.
Just no "Old Stogie", gods forbid.
Obviously infant humans have tremendous unacknowledged skills as semioticians. Perhaps watching the signing show at such a very young age simply developed her strengths in interpretation of signs that much faster. At what age did she begin to view the program?
For Elizabeth, personally, the struggle will be for her to develop knowledge of what the words (both as spoken and written) are referring to. She obviously has mastered the phonics of the process called reading, which is understanding the sounds that the combinations of written vowels and consonants.
As a matter of human study, though, I wonder who will be setting up a child study lab that trains pre-toddlers to associate sounds and gestures with letters?
Ooops forgot the link.
Ain't the intertubes grand?
The "100 names for snow" of the Inuit is supposed to be a canard, but reading "Smilla's Sense of Snow" illuminated a few of the names they have for different types of ice. Do you know any more of the names for different types of precipitation, frozen or not?
I loved Natirar, the former Kate Macy Ladd Home and former home of the King of Morocco. Absolutely beautiful interior and grounds. The guest houses alone make my houses look shabby. http://www.startsandfits.com/hardenbergh/natirar.html
Or try to pull down a tree that is longer than their truck with said truck.
It would save parents a lot of lecturing which kids don't listen to anyway.
http://juannavarro.wordpress.com/2007/12/21/realfield-like-lasagna-too/
This "replaced with amazing replica" would work with other corny strips. Imagine if we replaced "The Lockhorns" with "The Realhorns"!
Ugh. Bluhd! Not funny!
He said the worst part of the war wasn't the death, the shelling, or even the mud. It was the lice. The Scots all felt sorry for the Tommys, who wore button-front trou. The Scots lads all wore kilts which made it easy to get the lice off. After all, no drawers meant easy access.
"Weren't you cold in a kilt?" I asked. "Not a bit of it," he replied. "We all wore woolen kidney warmers. If you keep your kidneys warm, you'll stay warm, and you'll never get sick."
I've never tested it but there is the testimony I heard.
Are there any veterans of the trenches still left alive?