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21st-Apr-2007 12:21 pm - sure signs of spring
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* ready-to-eat crawfish from the supermarket

* ice cream truck blaring "Go Tell Aunt Rhody" down the street


Today's phrases from the Becks - idioms with "tête":
not exactly getting a-head... )
(And, because I'm easily amused, I feel compelled to note that the entire series is bracketed on both ends by idioms about breasts (tétasses and tettes.))
15th-Apr-2007 11:35 am - burning and learning
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What Helen Radice said:

As I've argued before, you have to make music matter enough for people to decide to invest in it, not expect it to pay. If you want a classical CD, you have to fund it, just as if you want a music lesson, or a nice harp. If you are poor, hopefully a civilised society that cares about the arts has sponsorship opportunities for you, but the need for money remains.

To make people care about any music, recorded or otherwise, you have to communicate - in concert, on disc, in books and magazines, through education and by what you create in the first place. You have to reach out to others. It never ceases to amaze me how many so-called artists think their self-interest self-expression is the only thing that counts, but music (to me) is too widely human, too gloriously infinite. Just as someone who only talks about themselves is a crushing bore, all creative endeavours that are only masturbatory acts of self-love fail. Some initial charisma might carry the artist for a while, but there is no lyricism, no tenderness, no angry drive to make things better for others, no love: only an arid and deluded pride that ultimately burns itself away, for it has no other fuel.


Applies to writing, too, and getting paid for it.

From what Helen wrote earlier:


As with anything where you must deeply think and feel, the more you know, the more you know how little you know.


And, in a post I revisit from time to time, she quotes Sarah Bullen: "you can get better and learn, or get bitter and decline. The choice is yours."






Today's French phrase: c'est la fin des haricots

Deak: "That's the limit! can you beat that!"
Harrap's: "the bloody limit!"
[haricot literally means "bean"]

More from Harrap's:

des haricots! = "not a sausage!"
courir sur le haricot à quelqu'un = "to pester someone"
[literal translation: "to run on [with?] the bean to someone"]
14th-Apr-2007 09:53 am - good things
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  • Baseball's tribute to Jackie Robinson:


    Hundreds of players will wear Robinson’s No. 42 retired by baseball 10 years ago in ballparks across the country on Sunday, the anniversary of Robinson’s first appearance with the Brooklyn Dodgers in 1947.


    [http://www.nytimes.com/2007/04/13/sports/baseball/13jackie.html]


  • Jean-Jacques Goldman. The man can't lip-sync to save his life, but I dig the flying toasters anyway.


  • Cheesy French rock is an excellent stimulant at 2:30 a.m., especially when the thought of yet another cup of coffee -- eurgh.


  • A Dictionary of Colorful French Slanguage and Colloquialisms by Etienne and Simone Deak (1961), which turns out to be stellar bathroom reading. I'm going to start posting words and phrases from it here, because really, I'm boring myself with my incessant laments about all I have to do and how much of it I haven't gotten done. (Note to self: just write the sainted essay already!) And also because French is fun, even though I have never quite managed to keep its pronouns and prepositions sorted in my head.

    Today's phrases:

    quand les poules auront des dents - "When the cows give beer, hence: never."

    punaise de sacristie - "Disparaging term for an exceedingly devout woman."

    dégobiller - "To vomit; to 'shoot the cat'."


    (No theme here - just three that caught my eye.)
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