Browsing my Picasa albums I found this foresight, a premonition. Two graphitti icons photographed in Athens, summer of 2006
Monday, December 15, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
Jim Thompson defines a President
I read a story one time about a fellow that was accidentally slipped into a big job; president of a company or something like that. He looked like the guy that actually was president, see, and when this guy ran off or fell in a mudhole or something and wasn´t ever seen again, why this one hooked his place. He didn´t know beans about the business, and all he planned on doing was to stick around long enough to snap a few rubber checks and maybe get the other guy´s gal alone in the parlor for a while. But once he got inside, the graft looked so good that he decided to stay for a real milking. He was scared out of his pants, naturally, because he didn´t know any more about the setup than a hog does about ice skates. But he ran a bluff, and damned if he didn´t make good on it.
His work was just cut out for him, see what I mean? The stenographers would bring him letters to sign, and he´d just sign´em. And when he got any letters, his vice-presidents or some of his secretaries would take charge of them. And when people showed up for conferences all he had to do was keep his eyes and ears open, and he could see what he had to do. He didn´t have to move. He got moved. As I remember the yarn, he wound up by getting made president of a lot of other companies and marrying the other guy´s gal, and no one ever knew the difference.
Jim Thompson in Nothing more than murder.
It somehow made me think of President Bush jr.
His work was just cut out for him, see what I mean? The stenographers would bring him letters to sign, and he´d just sign´em. And when he got any letters, his vice-presidents or some of his secretaries would take charge of them. And when people showed up for conferences all he had to do was keep his eyes and ears open, and he could see what he had to do. He didn´t have to move. He got moved. As I remember the yarn, he wound up by getting made president of a lot of other companies and marrying the other guy´s gal, and no one ever knew the difference.
Jim Thompson in Nothing more than murder.
It somehow made me think of President Bush jr.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Find the differences
Monday, May 19, 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
The Velvet underground: not afraid to die
Ill be your mirror
Reflect what you are, in case you dont know
Ill be the wind, the rain and the sunset
The light on your door to show that youre home
When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside youre twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
cause I see you
I find it hard to believe you dont know
The beauty that you are
But if you dont let me be your eyes
A hand in your darkness, so you wont be afraid
When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside youre twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
cause I see you
Ill be your mirror
Etiquetas:
beginner/intermediate,
listening,
reading,
song
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
Swearing&Cussing Part I: Serious Stuff
About: what swearing is, how it works and how it affects your brain (for real!) plus should we do it?
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Tongue Gymnastics
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
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