Babelfishing Poetry: "End Of Dood!"


Hello!  And how are you today?  Good?  Yes?  No?  In-between?  Rather not say? Keeping it a secret? It's a mystery?  Being coy about it?  Have to think about it a little longer?  Can't decide? Wanting to hedge your bets?  None of the above?  No matter how you are, I'm here to bring you this week's installment of Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, futz the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

This week's randomly-chosen feature, one of the most covered popular songs, with hundreds of versions released, is "Sunny" by Bobby Hebb (listen to Hebb sing it here, or watch a video of the song performed by German euro-disco group Boney M here, or listen to Andy Williams' smooth and cool interpretation here, or listen to Robert Mitchum, of all people, sing it here, or listen to David Clayton-Thomas' lounge lizard version here, or listen to Dusty Springfield's jazzy rendition here, or listen to Serbian-Yugoslavian singer Bisera Veletanlić sing it in Serbian here, or listen to Mexican singer Luis Miguel perform it in Spanish here, or listen to jazz pianist Cy Coleman's instrumental arrangement of the song, full of billions and billions of notes, here, or watch video by Mexican ska band Panteón Rococó here).  Enjoy. 


End Of Dood!

Sightseeing last heaven, my life's fruit, other outlined, other rain.
Weapons smile, Japanese solar light indisputably raising solutions, end of Dood!
Now it's heaven; black color, this.
Sun integrity
is true academics of first PC's solar light coquet of love you forever.

Scenic light, thank you; thank you a bunch.
Sightseeing, thank you; thank you, solder, come in love.
We supply owner; Japanese-owned.
No profit, 10-pound scale
is true academics of first PC's solar light coquet of love you forever.

Scenic, thank you, thank you; the blind appled a real telephone.
Scenic, thank you; thank you, other editorial, oz pop, out.
I cracked sand, wind, private life.
Our Kafr El-dawwar plum rock
is true academics of first PC's solar light coquet of love you forever.

Day good, o Muhammad; head into the smiling.
Secondary Japanese of deanie IP sense of thank you enlightenment.
Perfect for boys and then taking pictures of things.
East-West end beauty
is true academics of first PC's solar light coquet of love you forever.


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Santa Clara University


On Sunday D. had to do a quick photo shoot in Santa Clara, so afterward we went to the nearby Santa Clara University to wander around the campus.  Here are some of the pics I took (not that many because we were wandering around randomly not knowing where we were going).


Tables are still set up from a previous event on campus.





A couple of roses along a walkway.







The outside of the law school.





The inside of the law school.





Some of the books in the law library.







Do they really want a book titled Bending the Law in their law library? 





A hummingbird sips from some lantanas.







Another look at a detail of the façade of the law school.




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Monday Movies: Santa Clara University Fountain 1


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

This week: Nineteen seconds of the water in one of the fountains on the Santa Clara University campus.  Enjoy.




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Fragment 28


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


Fragment 28

Three followers of the audience
to set
shoulder family realm.

He, ancient,
a family walk.

Heart.
Stone.
Drunken hours.

Some,
ancient,
participate in the able people.

Private, usually.  Night cat.
Stone.
Some ancient drunken hours.


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Babelfishing Poetry: "Venerable Mulberry Receiver"


Hello! Are you looking forward to the weekend?  Me too.  Now that my wheelchair battery has been replaced and I don't have to worry about it running down within 15 minutes of turning it on, I am free to return to the local nature trails I love so much.  And to get us along to the weekend, let's enjoy some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, experiment with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

This week's feature, chosen at random, is Steve Martin's 1978 novelty song "King Tut" (watch Martin perform the song live on Saturday Night Live here).  Enjoy. 


Venerable Mulberry Receiver

Now he was a boy.
Andrew, he is the sentience of Vichel,
the second son of the king to both of you.

Why is it so hard?
Are the monkeys alive?
Arizona, the only RECIPIENT,
Blackberry King.

Now, if you can.
I am available to you.
I will feed the money.
I will feed the many antiques.

Donkey to the bottom of the rover
I love so much!
Black Strawberry World.

Avoid Neil, Blackberry disk.
A girl loves her style.
All the lost distance.
Eat corn.

And warmth.
Cut the dog.
Venerable mulberry receiver.
The artist is expected to shake.
Column!


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Los Altos Redwood Grove


Due to my wheelchair battery still malfunctioning, on Sunday D. and I went to the nearby Los Altos Redwood Grove Nature Preserve, because I couldn't handle walking very far and there were places to sit plus a smooth boardwalk that made what little walking I did easier.  Here are some of the pics I took.


A ripening blackberry next to Adobe Creek.





A large turkey vulture feather in the stony creek bed.





Another turkey vulture feather in the damp dirt.





Cress likes the moist soil near the creek.





A lot of the creek is underground now, at the end of the dry season, but eventually we find a small pool.





Dried fennel seed heads are a sign summer is winding down.





Farther upstream where the creek is still flowing, we see a few three-spined stickleback (it is very difficult to get a good pic of small fish darting quickly through blurry water).





Sword ferns catch a beam of sunlight filtering through the redwoods.





The boardwalk trail through the preserve.




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Monday Movies: Viet Museum Fish Tank


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

This week: Nineteen seconds of the aquarium in the Viet Museum at San José History Park last December.  Enjoy.





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Pt. San Bruno


On Sunday, after doing an errand in San Francisco, D. and I spent a little time on the Bay Trail near Pt. San Bruno in South San Francisco, and I took a few pics before my wheelchair's malfunctioning batter got so low we had to turn around and head back.


The trail runs past office parks along San Francisco Bay.





Brown pelicans soar over the water.







A JetBlue jet takes off from San Francisco International Airport less than 2 miles to the south.





A huge Air France double-decker Airbus A380 takes off to the west for its flight to Paris.





Looking toward the airport over the bay.





A group of people enjoy a jaunt on a jet ski.





A ground squirrel eyes us from the rocks at the water's edge.





Bright yellow flowers line the trail.





An Alaska Airlines Airbus A320 takes off.





A look at one of the Genentech buildings.





A mobile sculpture in the office park.





Sea lavender.





A bee visits the sea lavender.





Part of the Genentech campus next to the trail.





Looking north up the bay.




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Babelfishing Poetry: "What Is The Telephone And Exciting?"


Hello, how are you?  How was your week?  I have spent a lot of time this week on the phone trying to sort out some shenanigans surrounding an attempt to schedule a muscle biopsy at Stanford, the referral for which my neuromuscular doctor supposedly sent in over a month ago and which seemed to disappear into the ether.  D. spent almost an hour on the phone last week with various people trying to find out what happened to the referral and if I needed to reschedule my follow-up appointment to get the results.

We thought everything finally got sorted out, only to find out that I'm not scheduled for a biopsy after all, but a new-patient visit -- no biopsy will be done at that time.  The problem is that my doctor needs the results by my October 17 appointment, and the procedure needs to be done 2 weeks prior to that.  The biopsy people could not tell me whether they could squeeze me in for the actual procedure to be done in time.

I've already had to reschedule my follow-up appointment once, and I will be very angry if I have to do so yet again.  And I have to wait until September 17 to find that out, because no one would tell me on the phone in advance if they can accommodate the need for biopsy results by October 17 or not.

So while I wait and try not to lose my patience with Stanford, let's enjoy some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, convolute the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

This week's feature, chosen at random, is jangle-pop band The Connells' anti-war song "Over There" (watch video here).  Enjoy. 


What Is The Telephone And Exciting?

To enjoy a good cleaning
many years ago, in honor of all.
Well done when you serve as a name of
the son of land to get you a place.

We hope association game ringtone answers this problem.
You can criticize me.
The sanitary soldiers delight in sleep;
another 26 deaths.

At the side always.
Then I saw you, I know that you decide
when facing your time symbols
in the room.

Party, prolapsed, clean regeneration.
Fantasy and reality, the angry memories.
"What is the telephone and exciting?" said  
dress.


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Monday Movies: Tourists Playing With Fog


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

This week: Twenty-three seconds of tourists playing with the fog simulator in the Boudin Sourdough Bakery and Museum at San Francisco's Pier 39 last May.  Enjoy.




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Babelfishing Poetry: "My Dad Is White"


Hello all!  So nice to see you. Come in and have a look around -- the kettle is on, make yourself a cup of tea or coffee, take the weight off your feet and get ready to enjoy some Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, change the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

Country guitarist and singer Junior Brown brings us this week's feature,  "Highway Patrol" (watch video here).  Enjoy. 


My Dad Is White

Vehicles to capture women?  No.
Not only that, my head, man, and road and die, like food, be careful.
Know how driving is going to break first.
Government follows through, reaching his construction use.

Blind people, I know you.
My dad is white.
Flashing red, and I cried
every day and every night in the school business.
But sticking to the handshake, glossy, sitting right,
they made March.
Speedway SUPER Suites.

What delights! You handle high speed! Do you need to leave and snakes?
Epidendrum all, picture way will lead you to quickly escape.
Here, this year, the boy all on our side of the room.
On Tuesday, Speedway Ailuropoda Suites.

Sell high velocity?  No way, Papa.
So low.
More pot these days.
Speedway SUPER Suites.


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Meeting Lupe


On Sunday D. and I decided to go to the Guadalupe River Trail to see Lupe.  Lupe is a life-sized sculpture placed at the site of the 2005 discovery of the bones of a juvenile Columbian mammoth (Mammuthus columbi), who was named after the Guadalupe River.  Here are some of the pics I took while we were there.


The trail is atop a flood-control levee.







A green heron pauses on some rushes at the side of the river before retreating into the underbrush.





Shadows on the huge Rincon-Trimble pump station tank next to the trail.





California aster floofs.





Finally we see Lupe, guarding the Trimble Road bridge over the Guadalupe River.





Columbian mammoths became extinct about 11,000 years ago.  They lived in the southern half of North America.  Their tusks were up to 16 feet long, and they ate grasses and low-growing plants.





She's a big gal, even as a juvenile.  Adults ranged up to 13 feet high at the shoulder, and weighed 10 tons.





More views of the trail as we head back (my wheelchair battery is malfunctioning and losing its charge alarmingly fast, so we can't risk going any farther and have to turn around).






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Monday Movies: Stevens Creek


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

This week: Twenty-three seconds of a quiet moment beside Stevens Creek in Cupertino a couple of years ago.  Enjoy.




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Babelfishing Poetry: "And The Bed Began To Howl With Laughter"


Hello all!  Thank you for dropping by again, it's so nice to see you! I hope, wherever you are, you're safe and can breathe easy if you're near any of the various wildfires raging in western North America at this time.  I am luckily far enough away that I've only seen hazy skies and orangey sunsets in my neck of the woods.  Even the moon at night has a sepia-colored pall over it.  So while we wait for the fires to be out and the smoke to clear, let's enjoy some Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, alter the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

This week's feature is fictional boy-band Happa-tai's parody song "Yatta" (watch barely-SFW video and read along with the English translation here).  Enjoy. 


And The Bed Began To Howl With Laughter

So, go ahead!

Two green letters.
Easy for you!

Very funny.
No!
Normal!
It is more than a bad mouth!

No matter what you want,
leadership.
We need all the milk.
This is life to us!

It is famous.
This is an intense example.
Japan!
The closest competence, my failure!
Everyone says: "Ata!"

Japanese short, but
Chao Do'maq good.
But nothing is overlooked.
So in the future,
we'll see rabbits.
Shimp!

It is well known.
We slept nine hours!
And the bed began to howl with laughter.
We don't want anything, so it's okay.
After that, we will do it.
If it is true,
the king is good.

I wear a big drink thing!
"Okay!"
Show me the sun is hot!
"Okay."
My intellectual path, Nakyoku Transportation, I am neglective!
"Yes!"
The meat in the gallows-maker, he's dead already!
"Okay!"

Hyundai.
Political atrocity.
Like Ndbella, this could be a dance!
You're here to be very interesting.

It is well known.
College College,
our shadow star.
Magazines must be with us!
Let us be the same and be happy.

Two letters and green.
Ideas!


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Bayfront Park


On Sunday D. and I went to Bayfront Park, and I took some pics as we traveled the Perimeter Trail for a ways, then went onto some smaller cross-park trails.


Fennel in bloom.





The trailhead.





The trail wends its way past dried grasses on the edge of the Bay.





Relics of old salt ponds surround the park.





The action of sun and wind causes supersaturated brine, which forces salt to crystalize as the water evaporates.





Vivid colors and strange formations create an alien landscape.







A mesembryanthemum flower.





One of two turkey vultures soaring over the salt marsh.





A heavily-vandalized sign overlooks a salt pond destined to be restored into a natural tidal salt marsh.





Gazania.





A solitary cone rests in some dry grass.





An empty snail shell.





One of the trails criss-crossing the park.





A rare daytime glimpse of a skunk moseying down the hillside onto the trail.







Salt flats stretch into the distance to the west.





I think I'll avoid that particular detour that goes off into the brush, thanks all the same. 




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