the new adventures of jackfirecat
[Most Recent Entries]
[Calendar View]
[Friends View]
Below are 25 friends' journal entries, after skipping by the 75 most recent ones.
[ << Previous 25 -- Next 25 >> ]
| Saturday, May 11th, 2013 | |
jrmyphoto
|
8:22a |
|
|
jrmyphoto
|
8:22a |
|
|
jrmyphoto
|
8:22a |
|
|
jrmyphoto
|
8:22a |
|
|
jrmyphoto
|
8:22a |
|
|
jrmyphoto
|
7:52a |
|
|
jrmyphoto
|
7:52a |
|
|
jrmyphoto
|
7:52a |
|
|
jrmyphoto
|
7:52a |
|
|
jrmyphoto
|
7:52a |
|
|
jrmyphoto
|
7:52a |
|
|
jrmyphoto
|
7:52a |
|
|
jrmyphoto
|
7:52a |
|
|
jrmyphoto
|
7:52a |
|
| Friday, May 10th, 2013 | |
pdc_tumblr
|
6:53p |
|
|
pdc_tumblr
|
6:25p |
|
rozk
|
11:08p |
|
oldbloke
|
10:38p |
Hmmmm
The online Java tutorial I found had one "make a Hello World" exercise then pages of scary text. Maybe it improves a few more webpages in... Have dl'd a free "Java for kids" ebook, dunno yet if it's any better. But, looking at the Minecraft modding tutorials, I think I may be able to make YB a "just edit these bits" generic mod for him to at least do simple stuff with, until he does get into Java (or Python or C++) properly. |
|
pdc_tumblr
|
3:33p |
|
crazycrone
|
12:00p |
|
jinty
|
12:00p |
|
anselmo_b
|
12:28p |
Era Tiempo
En lo que tardé en aguantar el aliento
Y zambullirme en la bañera
–para escuchar el tambor de la sangre
En las venas, volver a la superficie—
Mis padres habían muerto,
La casa había sido vendida y ahora
La demolían a mi alrededor,
Muro por muro, con bola y cadena.
Nado media vuelta sumergido,
Y al salir del otro lado, jadeando,
Veo que mi matrimonio se acabó,
Que mis hijas ya están adultas y asentadas,
Que la piel se aguanga
En mis piernas y brazos
Y que este corazón late
Como si no hubiese un mañana. Robin Robertson
Versión de Andrés Paniagua Curiel El original se puede leer aquí: http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2010/feb/06/robin-robertson-poem-wrecking-light |
crazycrone
|
9:27a |
WOZZECK at ENO...
You don't expect WOZZECK to be a jolly night out, but this was intense. I've only seen the opera onstage once before, and very long ago, a relatively genteel affair. The new production at the Coli, is visually stunning, a busy, three-storied tenement hell. The direction and choreography were strikingly 'natural' , the cast uniformly excellent, (I thought Tom Randle made a particularly good Captain.) and the orchestra, under Edward Gardner, utterly smokin'.
We stumbled out into an extremely weird and spooky evening, weatherwise, barely able to speak. I was in a state of gobsmacked eeeek all night, although, surprisingly, I didn't have nightmares.
Highly recommended, if not for the fainthearted.
I knew it was a short piece, but couldn't remember whether there was an interval or not. (Not) We cast eyeballs around, but didn't spot  motodraconis, dammit. helenraven gifted me with a cool little Chairman Mao notebook, from her recent travels. Neato!
Current Mood: Nervous |
| Thursday, May 9th, 2013 |
nineweaving
|
10:23p |
Between the acres of the rye...
Hey nonny no! The spring of Shakespeare goes cheerfully on. Came back from a perfectly gorgeous weekend in Montreal (conversation! cuisine! luminescence! Peru!) to find my copy of Shakespeare Beyond Doubt awaiting me. Wolfed it down overnight. Such excellent good sense (all but one vasty deep essay on Untruth, more about metaphysics than Shakespeare's life and times). I think I particularly enjoyed the pieces on stylometrics, on Elizabethan grammar schools, and on Shakespeare and Warwickshire. Not quite the cultural backwater that denialists believe: his friends there were pretty well-connected, intellectually. Over all, like the last two books I read on Shakespeare's world, these essays show the man so deeply woven in his worlds—court, countryside, and players, and across two reigns—that it's unimaginable to think of him unpicked, unravelled and discarded. In his New Statesman review—mostly a withering look at Shakespeare denialism— Jonathan Bate praises a feisty new site. Don't read the comments, which are gloatingly mean-spirited. Sad men at sticky keyboards. On Sunday, I saw the Actors' Shakespeare Project do their Acadian Pericles. The play itself is patchwork—some tatters of it being glorious—but they made a cloak of it, Gower and all. (Theirs was a sibyl.) I think their doubling, tripling, and quadrupling of roles—now prince, now pirate, now fisherman—worked well for a morality play: this isn't about identity but part, a kind of serio- commedia. Their bewildered, gangling Prince of Tyre reminded me rather of my own Kit from Cloud & Ashes. And his lost Marina could sing! She roused him from his trance of mourning with "The Grey Funnel Line." A calling back from the shores of death: she played a re-gendered Orpheus, an anti-Siren. Worked for me. This is going to be just beautiful. As I keep saying: candles, broken consorts, boys' voices, oak... And last, have thirteen lectures by Marjorie Garber on the later plays. ETA: Oxford's Emma Smith lectures on Not Shakespeare: Elizabethan and Jacobean Popular Theatre. Nine |
celestialweasel
|
11:55p |
|
[ << Previous 25 -- Next 25 >> ]
|
