coffee_scented: (twist to fit the mood that I'm in)


I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be an emperor. That’s not my business. I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone – if possible – Jew, Gentile – black man – white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness – not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way.

Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical. Our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost….

The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men – cries out for universal brotherhood – for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world – millions of despairing men, women, and little children – victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people.

To those who can hear me, I say – do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed – the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish. .....

Soldiers! don’t give yourselves to brutes – men who despise you – enslave you – who regiment your lives – tell you what to do – what to think and what to feel! Who drill you – diet you – treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men – machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts! You don’t hate! Only the unloved hate – the unloved and the unnatural! Soldiers! Don’t fight for slavery! Fight for liberty!

In the 17th Chapter of St Luke it is written: “the Kingdom of God is within man” – not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people have the power – the power to create machines. The power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.

Then – in the name of democracy – let us use that power – let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world – a decent world that will give men a chance to work – that will give youth a future and old age a security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power. But they lie! They do not fulfil that promise. They never will!

Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people! Now let us fight to fulfil that promise! Let us fight to free the world – to do away with national barriers – to do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness. Soldiers! in the name of democracy, let us all unite!
coffee_scented: (quiet things that no one ever knows)
Душевный стих (ни разу не мой).

Разлука

На Дальнем Востоке стоит одиноко
Зарытая в землю она.
В контейнер укрыта, и емкость с горючим
До самового верха полна.

И снится ей сон, что в Неваде далекой,
Где солнце несчадно палит
Стройна и грустна в своей шахте глубокой
Другая ракета стоит.



(с) Н.Саква

Вместо того, чтобы поехать в отпуск, уехала в командировку, получила тепловой удар и вообще жизнь борьба.
coffee_scented: (you can't know yet you have to know)
O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two ginscented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother.

Вот так и прошла эта странная ночь.
По этому поводу поеду-ка я в Питер (в надежде, что там потеплеет). Майские дома звучат достаточно уныло.

... а незнакомая старушка пробормотала мне вслед то ли так просто, то ли с пожеланием всего наилучшего: "Увидимся на гробках." Если имелся в виду загадочный полуортодоксальный праздник, то склонение должно бы было быть иным, нэ?
coffee_scented: (someone had to be the first to break)

And so we beat on, boats against the current, and we are borne ceaselessly into the past.



Aussie Rules will be on soon, and according to BIL, a.k.a. Richard, I should watch a game, considering I will be moving to Melbourne in the course of 5 years, if just for the sake of getting rid of my family nags and watching a Grand Prix annually and being able to walk to the track.

According to BIL, between him and myself, and, well, the offices we now have, we'll have our retirements before we have kids.

I live my life according to Rich (who's no James Belushi, thank God, a Frankie Howerd, rather), except, according to him I don't have a life.

And it all depends on how you define a loser, in the end. What you disregard and what actually counts in the general score. Because at the end of the day, I just wish I had someone to talk to. And at the end of the day, I have to beg people to listen and/or answer. And that 'get a life' sidenote seems more and more relevant.

In this scenario, I am no Daisy Buchanan. I am a Gatsby who never fell for her in the first place, but falling seems like a thing to do right about now.
coffee_scented: (doin too much harm doin too much damage)
Каррент вдруг всплыл шаффлом, а ведь сто лет не слышала, почти забыла. Bleed from my arm, won't you give it a rest now? Некоторые мои френды получили свой статус только потому, что эту песню слушали или там Wheel of Time читали или ещё что не менее nerdy.


Моя очень беременная подруга (очень, 41 неделя) предлагает на обед встретиться, а мне страшно без Хью Лори в таких ситуациях находиться. Кстати, о Хью Лори, прочитала я The Gun Seller. Да, я знаю, что я тормоз, и все остальные книгу уже давно обглодали и обсосали со всевозможных сторон, но я 1) искала текст в оригинале а не те пиздоватые переводы, которые обычно валяются в интернете, ну... и 2) ещё я просто глобально и по жизни тормоз. Хью Лори нормально пишет. Именно нормально, ибо слог местами простоват, сюжет местами до зубной боли предсказуем, и вообще character-driven plots не выживают в условиях изолированного английского сарказма. Понравилось ли мне? Конечно. Если добавить эту книгу к её автору, то и неудивительно. Меня всегда возбуждали мужчины, которые умеют пользоваться длинными словами, это внушает ложный оптимизм по поводу остальных их умений.


Steve (about Richard) - He's a fucker.
Me - Always. Part of his charm.
S. - Charm's NOT the word I'd use..
Me - Well he does pay me to say that.


А ещё, по всей видимости, свадьба миллениума года моей сестры ввиду (не)доступности некоторых церемоний переносится на мой 25-й день рождения. Молли Рингвальд, кто нибудь? Даже не смешно, и мне уже определенное время не 16. Хотя есть перспектива в такой вечеринке MTV заинтересовать.
coffee_scented: (the not quites the not yets the not at a)
и я предполагаю, что у меня. Хотя бы потому, что в последнее время я реально туплю.
Я уже упоминала, что не люблю современное российское кино? То есть совсем не люблю, и не хожу никогда смотреть? Ну так вот. Сижу я, по обыкновению, в воскресный вечер дома (ибо такая вот я скучная), читаю, почему-то зиму тревоги нашей, вспоминаю дарта вейдера, и решаю пощелкать телевизором, чтобы отвлечься от искушений Итана Алана, а оказывается, что тиви решило показать нам "Меченосца". Ну, поскольку я убеждена, что Чулпан Хаматова достаточно симпатична, а слышала, что у неё там постельные сцены, дай, думаю, посмотрю..
..до сих пор думаю, что это было? Сопли, да. Смысл? Не очень.

А ещё у меня какой-то нехарактерный каррент. *вздыхает* ударилась головой, что ли?..


Цитата дня:
Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen. вышеобозначенного автора
coffee_scented: (ribbon on my wrist says do not open)
These are my new shoes. They're good shoes. They won't make you rich like me, they won't make you rebound like me, they definitely won't make you handsome like me. They'll only make you have shoes like me. That's it.
Charles Barkley
coffee_scented: (in the hands of a rock'n'roll band)
Мало что в жизни так же чудесно, как слушать на весь офис подростковую панкуху вроде Infinity On High Fall Out Boy или надрывную Apocalypse, Please от Muse, или нервные Yout Hand In Mine by Explosions In The Sky, сопливых Hands Down Dashboard Confessional с уклоном в школьные 80-е, или на худой конец депрессуху вроде Cursive, Absence Makes The Day Go Longer... DAMN! Я люблю Ольку, которая отдала мне свои колонки и готова терпеть мой музыкатьный вкус.

Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember,
I'll always remember the sound of the stereo,
the dim of the soft lights,
the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers
and the time on the clock when we realized it's so late
and this walk that we shared together.
The streets were wet
and the gate was locked so I jumped it,
and let you in.
And you stood at the door with your hands on my waist
and you kissed me like you meant it.
coffee_scented: (earth is not a cold dead place)
I slept with faith and found a corpse in my arms on awakening; I drank and danced all night with doubt and found her a virgin in the morning.
coffee_scented: (all of a sudden I miss everyone)
I laughed when you were leaving
So you'd remember me that way
Then I found a little hole to crawl in
And I cried for a year and a day
It's really good to see you, I'd love to touch you too
I know things have changed
And you keep away
But can't I say I miss you.
coffee_scented: (all of a sudden I miss everyone)
см.сабж.

In the beginning we were wound so close there was barely a breath between us. In the end we will be so far apart we no longer touch.
coffee_scented: (lung cancer is bringing sexy back)
"It isn't possible to love and to part. You will wish that it was."
--Mr. Emerson in "A Room With A View"

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