DAILY HOLDEN-O-METER: Holden. . .started reading his latest assigned novel early, instead of trying to read all of it by Friday, which is a good thing, considering that it is over 400 pages long!
Only 300 more pages to go. . .and these are long pages. . .because Holden must not like Gothic literature. . .but Goth girls are A.O.K.
Volleyball has been keeping Holden busy lately--five matches in the past two days. It will be nice to receive those checks, but they are practically a month away.
Friday will consist of: reading, reading and more reading, doing laundry and, hopefully, my daily four-mile exercise walk.
And Holden thought he was going grey! Actually, Holden started going grey when he turned eighteen. But look at Holden's friends list. See all those grey names? Sigh.
Well, if you have read this far, and you're on Holden's friends list (or you remembered to wish Holden a Happy Birthday recently), please step up to the plate and be one of the first five to request your free--absolutely no obligation--Gmail (Google) e-mail account. Holden has five invites to spare.
Should you be one of the first five to request this in Holden's journal. . .that should be obvious enough. . .be sure to drop him an e-mail through SG. . .because he'll be needing it to set you up.
My Current Literary Contribution:
Gustavo Adolfo Bcquer, 1836-1871(?)
(born G.A. Domnguez Bastida)
Rima XI
por Gustavo Adolfo Bcquer
Yo soy ardiente, yo soy morena,
yo soy el smbolo de la pasin,
de ansia de goces mi alma est llena.
A m me buscas?
No es a ti, no.
Mi frente es plida, mis trenzas de oro:
puedo brindarte dichas sin fin,
yo de ternura guardo un tesoro.
A m me llamas?
No, no es a ti.
Yo soy un sueo, un imposible,
vano fantasma de niebla y luz;
soy incorprea, soy intangible:
no puedo amarte.
Oh ven, ven t!
"Holden's Translation" (Please be aware that literary translation takes many years of study. Since I couldn't find a translation on the Internet, this will have to do for now):
Rhyme XI
by Gustavo Adolfo Bcquer
I am burning, I am brunette,
I am the symbol of passion,
My soul is full of anxious yearning.
Do you seek me?
No, not you.
My face is fair; by braids, of gold:
I can give you endless riches,
From my tenderness I guard a treasure.
Are you calling me?
No, not you.
I am a dream, an impossibility,
vain ghost of fog and light;
I am incorporal, I am intangible:
I cannot love you.
Oh, come, please come!


Volleyball has been keeping Holden busy lately--five matches in the past two days. It will be nice to receive those checks, but they are practically a month away.

Friday will consist of: reading, reading and more reading, doing laundry and, hopefully, my daily four-mile exercise walk.

And Holden thought he was going grey! Actually, Holden started going grey when he turned eighteen. But look at Holden's friends list. See all those grey names? Sigh.

Well, if you have read this far, and you're on Holden's friends list (or you remembered to wish Holden a Happy Birthday recently), please step up to the plate and be one of the first five to request your free--absolutely no obligation--Gmail (Google) e-mail account. Holden has five invites to spare.
Should you be one of the first five to request this in Holden's journal. . .that should be obvious enough. . .be sure to drop him an e-mail through SG. . .because he'll be needing it to set you up.

My Current Literary Contribution:

Gustavo Adolfo Bcquer, 1836-1871(?)
(born G.A. Domnguez Bastida)
Rima XI
por Gustavo Adolfo Bcquer
Yo soy ardiente, yo soy morena,
yo soy el smbolo de la pasin,
de ansia de goces mi alma est llena.
A m me buscas?
No es a ti, no.
Mi frente es plida, mis trenzas de oro:
puedo brindarte dichas sin fin,
yo de ternura guardo un tesoro.
A m me llamas?
No, no es a ti.
Yo soy un sueo, un imposible,
vano fantasma de niebla y luz;
soy incorprea, soy intangible:
no puedo amarte.
Oh ven, ven t!
"Holden's Translation" (Please be aware that literary translation takes many years of study. Since I couldn't find a translation on the Internet, this will have to do for now):
Rhyme XI
by Gustavo Adolfo Bcquer
I am burning, I am brunette,
I am the symbol of passion,
My soul is full of anxious yearning.
Do you seek me?
No, not you.
My face is fair; by braids, of gold:
I can give you endless riches,
From my tenderness I guard a treasure.
Are you calling me?
No, not you.
I am a dream, an impossibility,
vain ghost of fog and light;
I am incorporal, I am intangible:
I cannot love you.
Oh, come, please come!
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unfortunately i don't have sky or cable television, which is where they show Letterman here, i think, but it's kind of heartwarming to see this pic:
the funny thing about the picture is that Kerry really does look Lurch in the context of Green Days new 'Addams Family' look
do you do a lot of active work for the Democrats? i really hope the Republicans get kicked out. i'm not entirely sure Kerry could win without Michael Moore and Green Day and all the rest batting for him. Are there any celebs that are going all out to get Bush re-elected?