Monday Movies: Emergency Light Show Through Window Screen


Monday Movies: 20 seconds (more or less) of video from the world around me.

This week: Twenty-one seconds of the abstract light show created by filming a police car's emergency lights through the mesh of a window screen during a night-time traffic stop outside my window.  Enjoy.  




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Babelfishing Poetry: "Two Candles At Any Time"


Hey peeps, once again here's more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, tweak the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

This weeks it's indie rockers Band of Horses' mournful song "The Funeral" (watch video here).  Enjoy. 


Two Candles At Any Time

That's a sweater.
Show her the wrong feelings.
It was hard for us to be surprised.
Learn to read your sins.

Call the Sun.
So I was in the morning.
The liquor store is just for us.
I know how to sleep.
I know all the hunters.

Open; rotate left.
There is no tree management.

Sometimes I get ready.
Every time the musician sings,
every time you set the music.
Two candles at any time.


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Duboce Park


On Sunday, after doing some errands in San Francisco, D. and I visited Duboce Park for a while before having dinner and heading home.  Here are some of the pics I took.


On the sidewalk near the park we see free-range books.





Wisps of fog blow overhead above the canopy of olive trees.





The park really isn't all that photogenic, although it is very popular with dog owners as an off-leash place for exercise and play.





Graffiti.




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Monday Movies: Emergency Light Show Through Pebbled Glass


Monday Movies: 20 seconds (more or less) of video from the world around me.

This week: Twenty seconds of the abstract light show created by filming a police car's emergency lights through pebbled glass during a night-time traffic stop outside my window.  Enjoy.  




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Babelfishing Poetry: "Axe Head, Having A Bath"


Hello, lovely to see you, so glad you've popped by my simple little blog.  You are just in time for this week's Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, tinker with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

Here is metal band Disturbed's "The Light" (watch video here).  Enjoy. 


Axe Head, Having A Bath

Slow song.
The bottom line is that when he's dead, you're wet.
The only natural
defines how to get started.

Memorial Fund.
It is for them that trust in riches.
Whistle voice and harmony silver,
the peace words.

For what seems like forever,
wait and hope they have a great collection.
This trivializing silver light.
Blind, others be planning, Kafr El-dawwar delivery many.
Therefore you can gain the agony.

Then you feel bad.
Listen to me:
clumsy again, stupid
with season black dark light.

It is not fear; it is a weakness,
a ship carrying a valuable mind or more precious hearts.
It helps to stabilize
black dark fire VIP,
shooting you.

Please listen, you guys.
I will never do that unbalanced
axe head,
having a bath.


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Bear Creek Redwoods

On Sunday D. and I visited the newly-opened Bear Creek Redwoods Open Space Preserve.  There wasn't a whole lot there to photograph, especially from the point of view of sitting in a wheelchair (and the gravelly trail surface made for a rather unpleasant ride), but, anyway, here are the few pics I took.


A withered fern clutches a few spider webs in its curled fronds.





Bigleaf maple leaves reach toward a patch of sun slanting through the deep forest shade.





The canopy overhead.





Along the Alma Trail we see a few old growth redwoods, with trunk diameters in excess of 10 feet.





A clump of mayweed in a sunny meadow.




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Monday Movies: Thursday Evening, Part 13


Monday Movies: 20 seconds (more or less) of video from the world around me.

This week: Twenty-two more seconds of a 2012 early May Thursday evening out my window.  Enjoy.




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Babelfishing Poetry: "After The Nabe Cycle"

Hello!  And how are you lovely bloggity people today?  Great, I hope.  Hey, it's time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, tart up the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

This week's feature,"Casta Diva" comes from the first act of Vincenzo Bellini’s 1831 opera, Norma, where Norma, the head Druid priestess, leads her people in a mesmerising prayer to the goddess of the moon asking for peace with the occupying Roman troops ("Casta diva" translates as "chaste goddess") (watch Spanish operatic soprano Montserrat Caballe's sterling performance here). Enjoy. 


After The Nabe Cycle

Singer missed the good medal.
Old style.
Add extensions.
There is no cloud, no.

Modern practice
and sacred forests.
Remnant chanting, 2 people pleaded for pleading.
If you are advising that you are tired,
listen to the blood of the Romans.
Where is Budbro?
I can hear my voice;
it will end.
But Kakatega and his hearts are unknown.

Good job! I am happy.
Chief Love Master;
a world or war crimes.
You too?
Wow! I am in high school!
It has not changed with us.
A smuggler of life,
ghost and girth.
What will you do after the Nabe cycle?
Private heart,
my mind.


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Monday Movies: Thursday Evening, Part 12


Monday Movies: 20 seconds (more or less) of video from the world around me.

This week: Twenty-three more seconds of a 2012 early May Thursday evening out my window.  Enjoy.




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Fragment 31


Fragments: the cast-offs left over from my Babelfishing process often make quirky little poems unto themselves.  Enjoy.


Fragment 31

Start.
Constraint.

Forgot to go.
Sadness and death.

The cough should be taken into the sputum,
and the ice should be taken from the sputum.

Funeral.
Sun.

His eyes are in the middle of the green.
Sisters.

What is my myth?

Summer,
humming.

The world is growing
sisters.


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Babelfishing Poetry: "Private Decision-Making Knowledge"


Hello! Lovely to see you, and woo-hoo, it's Friday already.  Hooray!  Let's kick off the weekend with some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, shake up the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

1960s R&B group (and active-duty members of the United States Marine Corps at the time) The Essex brings us this week's song, "Easier Said Than Done" (listen to song here).  Enjoy. 


Private Decision-Making Knowledge

I own a friend, a friend, a friend, etc.
What does that say?

I love my heart, but it's hard to say.
The easiest way is simple.

My friend in the room, he told me to fly, chongag.
I told him and told him I was killed.

Privacy and good knowledge.
Private decision-making knowledge.
Private and shameful, squatting, quiet.
Private sorrow, sorrow.

Ask everyone,
there is nothing to say.

Ionbu, I am sad and green.
Ultimate circumstances easy.


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Coyote Hills Regional Park


On Sunday D. and I visited the Meadowlark Trail at Coyote Hills Regional Park, and here are some of the pics I took.


Looking across South Marsh to one of the hills.





A white-tailed kite perches on a tree next to the marsh.





Looking up and down the Meadowlark Trail.







As we ascend the Meadowlark Trail, we garin a view of San Francisco Bay to the east.





The hills are turning brown and the dead grasses are turning into tinder.





A turkey vulture patrols the hillside.





There used to be a Nike missile site on one of those hilltops during the Cold War.





A view to the northeast.





An East Bay Regional Park District helicopter circles the hillside a couple of time, then flies off to the north.





A trio of white pelicans flies overhead.





Sheep at work!





The sheep drawn on the sign has googly eyes.





Sheep at work!






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Monday Movies: Rollin' On The Adobe Creek Trail


Monday Movies: 20 seconds (more or less) of video from the world around me.

This week: Twenty seconds of rolling along on the Adobe Creek trail last year, shot from my wheelchair footrest's point of view.  Enjoy.




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Babelfishing Poetry: "Change-Love Is Gold, Baby Kim"


Hello! Would you like to see some more Babelfishing Poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, scramble the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem? You would? Well gee willikers, you're in luck, because here it is!

Soft-rock group Orleans brings us this week's feature, "Still The One" (listen to the song here).  Enjoy. 


Change-Love Is Gold, Baby Kim

Together, we embrace the same time.
Sometimes I don't want private twinkling,
but I want to know.

All those years,
you are alone.

I agree with myself.

Every day I see my face.
They go on the pitch.
Come winter,
I wanted to go do something.

In the desert
I dreamed of myself.

Change-love is gold, Baby Kim.
Although, as boys, we have become
the only force that is strong.

You are alone.
So, do you want tamescom?
Stardust warrior,
I am me, and not enough.

US lol,
Japanese subway.


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