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29 April 2005 |
El Queso es Muerto |
Several weeks ago, kashi and I went down to Austin with some friends to visit other friends and to see the Recliners in concert. 'Twas a most enjoyable trip, but alas I was also left with a bit of sadness. You see, the Recliners, a band that does cheesy lounge covers of anything from Sinatra to Nirvana, is not what it used to be. They are down to one original member, and it's not the lead singer. Neal Mehta really was the heart of the band, with a smooth, crooning voice, and always just the right hint of cheese. Alas, Neal has recently gotten married (yay for him!), and has since given up the band. They're trying out new leads, and the music's still good, but it just isn't same. The guy singing the night we were there has a sleazy-cheese sort of thing going on. It's funny, but loses its charm fairly quickly. Kind of like a Kids in the Hall skit that goes on way too long--two hours too long. Also, unlike the more classy dives they used to haunt (The Velvet Elvis in Dallas, and Momo's in Austin), they seem to have been relegated to true holes-in-the-wall.
And so it was disappointing. I realise that these things happen in this transitory world of ours, but it's still saddening when a favourite band splits, or becomes a pale shadow of its former self as it has with the Recliners. Ah, well, c'est la vie. El queso es muerto. |
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28 April 2005 |
Requiescat in pace |
For any UD alums out there, I just got word that Dr. Jack Paynter died two days ago. I only had him for one class, the basic Politics course, but far as I could tell he was a terrific professor. And anyone who uses the word "shockaroonies" in class wins many points in my book. Details provided by UD Alumni relations follow. He will be missed.
We received word yesterday that Dr. Paynter, former Provost and long-time politics professor here at UD, passed away Tuesday night at his home. Please join us in prayer for Peggy, John and Ellie Paynter in their mourning for their beloved husband/father.
The Rosary tonight, April 28th, at 7:00 p.m. and the Funeral Mass at 11:00 a.m. tomorrow, April 29th, will both take place at St. John's Catholic Church, 601 S. Paris Street, Ennis, Texas 75119, phone 972/878-2834. The family has requested that, in lieu of flowers, donations be made to the University of Dallas Music Program (Collegium Cantorum). Mrs. Paynter has indicated that the family would be happy to welcome guests to their home before or after the services.
Cards and correspondence may be addressed to the Paynter family at the following address: 1127 Stacks Road, Ennis, TX 75119
Following is the text from Dr. Paynter's obituary that appears in today's Dallas Morning News.
PAYNTER, JOHN "JACK" PAYNTER, age 66 of Bristol, died April 26, 2005 in Ennis. He was born to William and Wilma (Franks) Paynter on November 30, 1938. Jack was a professor at the University of Dallas. He was a former Provost and retired in 2002 after over twenty years of service. Jack is survived by his wife, Peggy Bailey of Bristol; two children, Eleanor Paynter of Rome, Italy, and Jonathan Paynter of the U.S. Military Academy in New York; brother, James Paynter of Quincy, Illinois; four nephews, and one niece. The Rosary is scheduled for 7:00 p.m. on Thursday, April 28, 2005, at St. John Catholic Church in Ennis, Texas. Memorial Mass is scheduled for 11:00 a.m. on Friday, April 29, 2005 at St. John Catholic Church in Ennis. A memorial at University of Dallas will be held at a later date. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to the University of Dallas Music Program, 1845 E. Northgate, Irving, Texas 75062.
Boze-Mitchell- McKibbin Funeral Home 800 S. Kaufman Street, Ennis, Texas, 972-878-2211
Published in the Dallas Morning News on 4/28/2005. |
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Sayonara to Slack |
So, I've decided to remove the comments for a while. This way, the only voice here will be mine ... all mine! Ha ha ha!
Ahem. Actually, work is just extremely busy and stressful right now, and I am far too distractible for my own good. And if I'm 100% sure there are no comments to look at, I won't keep checking for them all day long (at least, this is the theory). Work, alas, must come before play.
So, if you have anything terribly exciting to add, or if you just wanna be friendly, you can always email me. The posts, which I can write up from home, should keep coming though, so, to quote Back to the Future, "Don't nobody go nowhere." |
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Celebrations, circa 23 April 2005 |
Since I'll be off from work on the morrow, and will likely not encounter an internet-connected computer again until Monday, this'll have to be a couple days early. Saturday's an important day for celebrating. First, 'tis the anniversary of Shakepeare's birth and death.
In honour of that, a fave quotation:
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. The Tragedy of Macbeth, Act V, Scene V
Second, it is the birthday of friend and fellow former rockstupid student, Cob. As a testament to his enduring procrastination, please note that his blog, This Is Not Me, has not been updated in over a year, and probably won't be anytime soon. Ever hopeful, though, we keep the link up. Happy Birthday, Cob!
And last, but most certainly not least, Saturday is St. George's Day. Besides being kashi's Patron Saint, he's also the Patron of England, Greece, and the Boy Scouts, among many others. Plus there's that whole holy warrior of God, slaying the dragon thing. In short, he's very cool. There's a bit more info here, or for some really in depth info, try here.
Happy St. George's Day! |
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15 April 2005 |
The Cruellest Month |
My guess is that T.S. Eliot dubbed April thusly because he had allergies. Cursed be the allergies! A plague on both my eyeballs!
Actually, with the exception of a couple of bad days, this year's not being too terrible. So far, leastways. Still, I am already longing for the autumn to arrive. In light of that, I offer to you a poem by Dylan Thomas, he of the eternal autumn.
Especially When the October Wind
Especially when the October wind With frosty fingers punishes my hair, Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire And cast a shadow crab upon the land, By the sea's side, hearing the noise of birds, Hearing the raven cough in winter sticks, My busy heart who shudders as she talks Sheds the syllabic blood and drains her words.
Shut, too, in a tower of words, I mark On the horizon walking like the trees The wordy shapes of women, and the rows Of the star-gestured children in the park. Some let me make you of the vowelled beeches, Some of the oaken voices, from the roots Of many a thorny shire tell you notes, Some let me make you of the water's speeches.
Behind a pot of ferns the wagging clock Tells me the hour's word, the neural meaning Flies on the shafted disk, declaims the morning And tells the windy weather in the cock. Some let me make you of the meadow's signs; The signal grass that tells me all I know Breaks with the wormy winter through the eye. Some let me tell you of the raven's sins.
Especially when the October wind (Some let me make you of autumnal spells, The spider-tongued, and the loud hill of Wales) With fists of turnips punishes the land, Some let me make you of the heartless words. The heart is drained that, spelling in the scurry Of chemic blood, warned of the coming fury. By the sea's side hear the dark-vowelled birds.
Dylan Marlais Thomas, 1914-1953 |
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08 April 2005 |
And I'll Make Ya Talk Funny, Too |
Fun quiz I linked to from Zorak. I've excised the statistical analysis part of the results because the code creates far too much empty space.
He... Helium.
You scored 32 Mass, 27 Electronegativity, 39 Metal, and 0 Radioactivity!
That's odd, our tests indicate that you did not just take this test. In fact, we're not even sure you exist. Oh, wait, no, somebody just found indirect evidence of you in the deep Earth and in the Sun. Okay, so you're real, but man, you need to get out more. Actually, you're pretty cool, always doing your own thing, but we kinda wish that you would interact with us a bit more. On a positive note, I think some research lab in Berkeley has managed to put you into a psuedo-stable relationship that, if you're kept very cold, you won't walk away from... or maybe that was Xenon. I forget.
The Which Chemical Element Am I Test written by effataigus on Ok Cupid |
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