Saturday, February 26, 2005
Brazil still with a 2-0 lead - commits a foul though
So, okay, fouls are a basketball bit of terminology - and this analogy is all about Brazil's national sport... futebol... aka European football aka ACTUAL FOOTball (in my book) aka... soccer.
This report though... is no laughing matter at all.
Brazil took its American bashing way too far... not all of Brazil, of course, only one individual without scruples... Still, this cara de carrasco (...) here seems to have inspired himself, maybe, of his country's recent snobbings of the USA... or am I making something of not much at all... who knows? All one knows for sure - is that the USA deserves any put down it gets - right people?
But I am digressing... yet again...
And enough digressions here indeed -
for the American bashing took a turn towards the very dramatic.
Nothing - NOTHING excuses nor explains this: when a Brazilian thug kills an American woman...
Not just any woman,
but a NUN on top of that...
It is sickening and taking things
more than way too far...
Everybody hates "the ugly american" -
but a NUN...?!? Come on, you damn latino atheist!
Save your bullets for the corporative types.
This report though... is no laughing matter at all.
Brazil took its American bashing way too far... not all of Brazil, of course, only one individual without scruples... Still, this cara de carrasco (...) here seems to have inspired himself, maybe, of his country's recent snobbings of the USA... or am I making something of not much at all... who knows? All one knows for sure - is that the USA deserves any put down it gets - right people?
But I am digressing... yet again...
And enough digressions here indeed -
for the American bashing took a turn towards the very dramatic.
Nothing - NOTHING excuses nor explains this: when a Brazilian thug kills an American woman...
Not just any woman,
but a NUN on top of that...
It is sickening and taking things
more than way too far...
Everybody hates "the ugly american" -
but a NUN...?!? Come on, you damn latino atheist!
Save your bullets for the corporative types.
terminator-wannabees to me...!
They will get theirs
before too long -
mark my words!
Labels: Café Quijano, Desde Brasil
Friday, February 25, 2005
reality really is stranger than fiction...
Rocambolesque... odd... extremely odd even...
going from bad to worse...
from petty embezzlement
and identity theft
to sordid incest and even murder
Really... you cannot think this stuff up!
Albert Walker and his "wife" Sheena
will surely never really escape the image
that they project now...
and God shall be their Judge, one day...
Read the incredible story -
in the luminous comments section!
going from bad to worse...
from petty embezzlement
and identity theft
to sordid incest and even murder
Really... you cannot think this stuff up!
Albert Walker and his "wife" Sheena
will surely never really escape the image
that they project now...
and God shall be their Judge, one day...
Read the incredible story -
in the luminous comments section!
Thursday, February 24, 2005
nostradamus time...!!!
Yep - at the bequest of a few, I shall annoy a lot *lol*
Every thursday night, henceforth, shall be nostradamus night on the luminous blog!
Selected quatrains... in old french and in english... and then... a little luminous bit of commentary... Enjoy!
I 4
Par l'vniuers sera fait vn Monarque,
Qu'en paix & vie ne sera longuement,
Lors se perdra la piscature barque,
Sera regie en plus grand detriment.
In the world there will be made a king
who will have little peace and a short life.
At this time the ship of the Papacy will be lost,
governed to its greatest detriment.
*Hmm... is this saying that, shortly, Prince William will access the throne... follow his mother into the grave... and that will coincide with the Pope croaking...? Lady Di's demise did coincide with... Mother Teresa's! A good pal of the Pope's...*
I 7
Tard arriué l'execution faite,
Le vent contraire, lettres au chemin prinses
Les coniurez quatorze d'vne fecte,
Par le Rosseau senez les entreprinses.
Arrived too late, the act has been done.
The wind was against them, letters intercepted on their way.
The conspirators were fourteen of a party.
By Rousseau shall these enterprises be undertaken.
*Fourteen... another terrorist posse, is it? And "by Rousseau" might mean that, once again, they will access the USA via... Quebec, Canada! *LOL*
I 8
Combien de fois prinse Cité solaire,
Seras, changeant les loi barbares & vaines
Ton mal s'approche, plus seras tributaire,
Le grand Hadrie recouurira tes vaines.
How often will you be captured, O city of the sun ?
Changing laws that are barbaric and vain.
Bad times approach you. No longer will you be enslaved.
Great Hadrie will revive your veins.
*Sun City? Will Bruce Springsteen and a long list of mostly unknown artists still refuse to play there, by the way...? *LOL* Apparently, a great act will play there now... soon! Reviving its night life...? Sun City though should live up to its name - and be most festive in the daytime!*
I 9
De l'Orient viendra le cœur Punique,
Facher Hadrie & les hoirs Romulides,
Accompagné de la classe Libique
Trembler Mellites, & proches Isles vuides.
From the Orient will come the African heart
to trouble Hadrie and the heirs of Romulus.
Accompanied by the Libyan fleet
the temples of Malta and nearby islands shall be deserted.
*I don't know about you - but here, I can see a tiny bit of North Korea (with assistance) bothering the European Union... on its way to the US of A... eh?*
I 10
Serpens transmis dans la cage de fer,
Oú les enfans septains du Roy sont pris
Les vieux & peres sortiront bas d'enfer,
Ains mourir voir de son fruict mort & cris.
A coffin is put into the vault of iron,
where seven children of the king are held.
The ancestors and forebears will come forth from the depths of hell,
lamenting to see thus dead the fruit of their line.
*Wow - apocalyptic stuff here... ghostly apparitions lamenting the woeful present... I can't think of a more current topic than that... can you?*
I 11
Le mouuement de sens, cœur, pieds & mains
Seront d'accord, Naples, Leon, Secile.
Glaiues, feux, eaux, puis aux nobles Romains
Plongez, tuez, morts par cerueau debile.
The motion of senses, heart, feet and hands
will be in agreement between Naples, Lyon and Sicily.
Swords fire, floods, then the noble Romans drowned,
killed or dead because of a weak brain.
*Weak brains abound amongst heads of state... but I can't help to think that such far-reaching strife (all the way to... Sicily?) will be caused by the one we know best amongst that weak brain fraternity - Dubya! *LOL*
I 12
Dans peu dira fauce brute fragile,
De bas en haut, efleué promptement,
Puis en intant desloayale & labile,
Qui de Veronne aura gouuernement.
There will soon be talk of a treacherous man, who rules a short time,
quickly raised from low to high estate.
He will suddenly turn disloyal and volatile.
This man will govern Verona.
*Hmm... who might he be? Verona? Sounds like smalltime politician material to me... but they can still do a lot of damage if they gain national exposure... and now that all of Europe is like ONE huge country, who knows what that could entail indeed... and what such treachery could accomplish too. Antichrist material...?*
I 15
Mars nous menasse par sa force bellique,
Septante fois fera le sang espandre,
Auge & ruyne de l'Ecclesiastique,
Et plus ceux qui d'eux rien voudront entendre.
Mars threatens us with the force of war
and will cause blood to be spilt seventy times.
The clergy will be both exalted and reviled moreover,
by those who wish to learn nothing of them.
*Ahh - now THAT sounds like TODAY, folks! Although... only seventy times...? Seems NOT quite like enough bloodshed for an apocalypse... to me anyway...!*
Every thursday night, henceforth, shall be nostradamus night on the luminous blog!
Selected quatrains... in old french and in english... and then... a little luminous bit of commentary... Enjoy!
I 4
Par l'vniuers sera fait vn Monarque,
Qu'en paix & vie ne sera longuement,
Lors se perdra la piscature barque,
Sera regie en plus grand detriment.
In the world there will be made a king
who will have little peace and a short life.
At this time the ship of the Papacy will be lost,
governed to its greatest detriment.
*Hmm... is this saying that, shortly, Prince William will access the throne... follow his mother into the grave... and that will coincide with the Pope croaking...? Lady Di's demise did coincide with... Mother Teresa's! A good pal of the Pope's...*
I 7
Tard arriué l'execution faite,
Le vent contraire, lettres au chemin prinses
Les coniurez quatorze d'vne fecte,
Par le Rosseau senez les entreprinses.
Arrived too late, the act has been done.
The wind was against them, letters intercepted on their way.
The conspirators were fourteen of a party.
By Rousseau shall these enterprises be undertaken.
*Fourteen... another terrorist posse, is it? And "by Rousseau" might mean that, once again, they will access the USA via... Quebec, Canada! *LOL*
I 8
Combien de fois prinse Cité solaire,
Seras, changeant les loi barbares & vaines
Ton mal s'approche, plus seras tributaire,
Le grand Hadrie recouurira tes vaines.
How often will you be captured, O city of the sun ?
Changing laws that are barbaric and vain.
Bad times approach you. No longer will you be enslaved.
Great Hadrie will revive your veins.
*Sun City? Will Bruce Springsteen and a long list of mostly unknown artists still refuse to play there, by the way...? *LOL* Apparently, a great act will play there now... soon! Reviving its night life...? Sun City though should live up to its name - and be most festive in the daytime!*
I 9
De l'Orient viendra le cœur Punique,
Facher Hadrie & les hoirs Romulides,
Accompagné de la classe Libique
Trembler Mellites, & proches Isles vuides.
From the Orient will come the African heart
to trouble Hadrie and the heirs of Romulus.
Accompanied by the Libyan fleet
the temples of Malta and nearby islands shall be deserted.
*I don't know about you - but here, I can see a tiny bit of North Korea (with assistance) bothering the European Union... on its way to the US of A... eh?*
I 10
Serpens transmis dans la cage de fer,
Oú les enfans septains du Roy sont pris
Les vieux & peres sortiront bas d'enfer,
Ains mourir voir de son fruict mort & cris.
A coffin is put into the vault of iron,
where seven children of the king are held.
The ancestors and forebears will come forth from the depths of hell,
lamenting to see thus dead the fruit of their line.
*Wow - apocalyptic stuff here... ghostly apparitions lamenting the woeful present... I can't think of a more current topic than that... can you?*
I 11
Le mouuement de sens, cœur, pieds & mains
Seront d'accord, Naples, Leon, Secile.
Glaiues, feux, eaux, puis aux nobles Romains
Plongez, tuez, morts par cerueau debile.
The motion of senses, heart, feet and hands
will be in agreement between Naples, Lyon and Sicily.
Swords fire, floods, then the noble Romans drowned,
killed or dead because of a weak brain.
*Weak brains abound amongst heads of state... but I can't help to think that such far-reaching strife (all the way to... Sicily?) will be caused by the one we know best amongst that weak brain fraternity - Dubya! *LOL*
I 12
Dans peu dira fauce brute fragile,
De bas en haut, efleué promptement,
Puis en intant desloayale & labile,
Qui de Veronne aura gouuernement.
There will soon be talk of a treacherous man, who rules a short time,
quickly raised from low to high estate.
He will suddenly turn disloyal and volatile.
This man will govern Verona.
*Hmm... who might he be? Verona? Sounds like smalltime politician material to me... but they can still do a lot of damage if they gain national exposure... and now that all of Europe is like ONE huge country, who knows what that could entail indeed... and what such treachery could accomplish too. Antichrist material...?*
I 15
Mars nous menasse par sa force bellique,
Septante fois fera le sang espandre,
Auge & ruyne de l'Ecclesiastique,
Et plus ceux qui d'eux rien voudront entendre.
Mars threatens us with the force of war
and will cause blood to be spilt seventy times.
The clergy will be both exalted and reviled moreover,
by those who wish to learn nothing of them.
*Ahh - now THAT sounds like TODAY, folks! Although... only seventy times...? Seems NOT quite like enough bloodshed for an apocalypse... to me anyway...!*
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
miller time
Hmm... that expression brings back memories of the hockey fan who is lying inert, disillusioned and very nearly comatose deep down inside...!
Never much of a beer drinker (never much inclined to partake of what satisfied the lowest common denominator...) - and yet the expression still made my day when it was adapted to another setting by those famous "gallery gods" from the auld Boston Garden - during those epic confrontations between the Boston Bruins and the hated Montreal Canadiens...! Each team had an assigned enforcer - and, like clockwork, they would have a rematch every time the teams would play each other... The hateful Habs' Chris Nilan (ironically, Boston-born... the traitor! And they thought Paul Revere was bad... *lol*) would then hear the chants "it's Miller time!" - because the Boston Bruins tough guy on ice act was carried forward by one... Jay Miller! All the bouts were inconclusive, amazingly enough... no decisive winner, ever... and even the outcome of the games seem trivial now, so... really, who misses hockey anyway?!?
*LOL*
(To boot, Nilan would become a Boston Bruin a few short years later...!!!)
Anyhow - Miller, the beer company, went too far now... firing a guy for taste-testing the competition's brew?!? COME ON! Coke and Pepsi will also act as if "crossing over to the other side" is something sacrilegious... Other "peeps" have it in their minds that their "private lives" (which they share with dozens though... go figure) are "sacred" to them also... Sheesh...
What we have here is terminal misunderstanding of terminology I think...
Let's go over it one more time... GOD IS GOD... and nothing is sacred but the Sacred! It really isn't hard to comprehend...
Defining "the Sacred" should not be necessary - the mention of GOD is enough of a clue to lead most to the true definition of the word... I would hope...!
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On a sidenote, the apparent influenza pandemic in Bulgaria has me worried. Anyone who knows how to pray - I ask to do so, for those kindest of souls I know to be residing there - and likely stricken with the flu already. Hopefully it is not as bad as some experts predicted it would be getting, even before the holidays... The projected numbers were 150,000 people... This feels even more like 1918 revisited -and I wonder why it had to start THERE... and not on a spot of the globe that really deserves it...! But I digress...
Never much of a beer drinker (never much inclined to partake of what satisfied the lowest common denominator...) - and yet the expression still made my day when it was adapted to another setting by those famous "gallery gods" from the auld Boston Garden - during those epic confrontations between the Boston Bruins and the hated Montreal Canadiens...! Each team had an assigned enforcer - and, like clockwork, they would have a rematch every time the teams would play each other... The hateful Habs' Chris Nilan (ironically, Boston-born... the traitor! And they thought Paul Revere was bad... *lol*) would then hear the chants "it's Miller time!" - because the Boston Bruins tough guy on ice act was carried forward by one... Jay Miller! All the bouts were inconclusive, amazingly enough... no decisive winner, ever... and even the outcome of the games seem trivial now, so... really, who misses hockey anyway?!?
*LOL*
(To boot, Nilan would become a Boston Bruin a few short years later...!!!)
Anyhow - Miller, the beer company, went too far now... firing a guy for taste-testing the competition's brew?!? COME ON! Coke and Pepsi will also act as if "crossing over to the other side" is something sacrilegious... Other "peeps" have it in their minds that their "private lives" (which they share with dozens though... go figure) are "sacred" to them also... Sheesh...
What we have here is terminal misunderstanding of terminology I think...
Let's go over it one more time... GOD IS GOD... and nothing is sacred but the Sacred! It really isn't hard to comprehend...
Defining "the Sacred" should not be necessary - the mention of GOD is enough of a clue to lead most to the true definition of the word... I would hope...!
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On a sidenote, the apparent influenza pandemic in Bulgaria has me worried. Anyone who knows how to pray - I ask to do so, for those kindest of souls I know to be residing there - and likely stricken with the flu already. Hopefully it is not as bad as some experts predicted it would be getting, even before the holidays... The projected numbers were 150,000 people... This feels even more like 1918 revisited -and I wonder why it had to start THERE... and not on a spot of the globe that really deserves it...! But I digress...
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
BBC quashes rumours of 'Blackadder' return
Oh GAWWWWD
Shall there be no respite... no surcease to our plight...?!?
I admit, this is not a genuine lament, but hey - the humor put on display should squash any notions friends, family, enemies as well and... the rest (...) might have about the author of this brilliant little blog and his current gloom-and-doom state of mind... capisco? *LOL*
I am never blue for more than thirty-six straight hours... and then listening to that techno tune titled... "Blue" incidentally(!)... does the trick for me and I'm back being... red? No - that would make me angry... Green? With envy? Not my style... Purple? That would mean I am seriously out of oxygen... Let's just drop the whole color scheme thing, I think... *LOL*
Black Adder fans out there...? Mr. Bean is better in my book - but, being an historian by training, I so do appreciate anything that is "time-spanning" in any way... and that means, yes, even Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure...! Yes, I know - I really need some rest now; look at what I am admitting to on the blog!!! *LOL* However, in my defense, I have always wanted to see the day where time travel would become possible (right... that'll be the day... but let's just presume that, theoretically, it is achievable...) - wouldn't it be cool to go back in time... and settle old scores? *LOL* Okay - we could also go further back than that, sure...
Black Adder returning though... might as well not happen indeed. The British might do it more elegantly and effectively, but invariably reunion specials basically... suck! The Return of the Man From U.N.C.L.E. for one... Dynasty, Dallas... any single one of them that you can think of (all the way down to the sadly trite I Still Dream Of Jeannie... Barbara Eden was her usual self - but the fact that Larry Hagman refused to return and was replaced by Wayne Whatsisname... well, that was a sad reminder indeed that time marches on and we can't go back again...!).
Thus, trust the BBC to be wiser than ABC, CBS, FOX and NBC combined...!
Shall there be no respite... no surcease to our plight...?!?
I admit, this is not a genuine lament, but hey - the humor put on display should squash any notions friends, family, enemies as well and... the rest (...) might have about the author of this brilliant little blog and his current gloom-and-doom state of mind... capisco? *LOL*
I am never blue for more than thirty-six straight hours... and then listening to that techno tune titled... "Blue" incidentally(!)... does the trick for me and I'm back being... red? No - that would make me angry... Green? With envy? Not my style... Purple? That would mean I am seriously out of oxygen... Let's just drop the whole color scheme thing, I think... *LOL*
Black Adder fans out there...? Mr. Bean is better in my book - but, being an historian by training, I so do appreciate anything that is "time-spanning" in any way... and that means, yes, even Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure...! Yes, I know - I really need some rest now; look at what I am admitting to on the blog!!! *LOL* However, in my defense, I have always wanted to see the day where time travel would become possible (right... that'll be the day... but let's just presume that, theoretically, it is achievable...) - wouldn't it be cool to go back in time... and settle old scores? *LOL* Okay - we could also go further back than that, sure...
Black Adder returning though... might as well not happen indeed. The British might do it more elegantly and effectively, but invariably reunion specials basically... suck! The Return of the Man From U.N.C.L.E. for one... Dynasty, Dallas... any single one of them that you can think of (all the way down to the sadly trite I Still Dream Of Jeannie... Barbara Eden was her usual self - but the fact that Larry Hagman refused to return and was replaced by Wayne Whatsisname... well, that was a sad reminder indeed that time marches on and we can't go back again...!).
Thus, trust the BBC to be wiser than ABC, CBS, FOX and NBC combined...!
Monday, February 21, 2005
necropolis... adieu... adieu l'amour
Never heard that song before...? Okay, in actuality it is "Acropolis Adieu..." - but he who sang it has passed on himself... career-wise if not otherwise...
Yes folks... tis another instance of the luminous blog... turning into the lugubrious blog - yet again! *LOL* Run for your lives! Or for your... joie de vivre at the very least...?!? *lol*
Aw - come on folks - LIVE WITH THE TIMES! And they are bleak... especially weather-wise, where I'm at...! :(
Although I assure you that this is NOT just winter blues... so, read on... comments section...
Blessings!
Yes folks... tis another instance of the luminous blog... turning into the lugubrious blog - yet again! *LOL* Run for your lives! Or for your... joie de vivre at the very least...?!? *lol*
Aw - come on folks - LIVE WITH THE TIMES! And they are bleak... especially weather-wise, where I'm at...! :(
Although I assure you that this is NOT just winter blues... so, read on... comments section...
Blessings!
Sunday, February 20, 2005
on having a stroke rather than having some stroke...
One day, if the luminous blog ceases to be updated... and none of you can reach me via e-mail or otherwise... it may be that I am down for the count... and can't get back up anymore.
For I live with the spectre of the stroke hovering above me - my grandfather died of it... an uncle of mine has been devastated by it (becoming, in the process, a pale shadow of the man he once was)... I might be next. With my kind of luck, as evidenced by all my years of existence, it just might be the case indeed... ''Lucky Luciano'' was the other guy... not me! I am merely the luminous one... *lol*
In the advent of such a sad event, I would be left unable to say things that need to be said - such as the following... to all the ones I have inadvertently let down, for whatever reason, through sheer unfortunate circumstances... I am sorry.
I never meant to hurt anyone - since day one.
Life, though, has its ways to tie us up, tie us down... know what I mean?
It is a fallacy to think that we are complete masters of our lives, destinies, fates... We are not. Our lives are not our own to begin with - we live on borrowed time, when so many others have not had the same ''privilege''... Some say we're borrowing the planet all-together - from our children!
Of course, a stroke isn't fatal. Most times, in fact, it is not.
Mild ones are frequent - such as that which affected a popular New England Patriots player... one of the most outspoken ones too... hmm... makes you wonder if those damn things strike down only the kind-hearted ones, who are outspoken but only because they tell the truth loud enough for all to hear and are thus perceived as loudmouths and obnoxious individuals... which is not the truth at all!
But I guess what I'm saying is that I would not want to become a burden - to no one. If I became incapacitated -in any way- I'd rather take off for the Great Adventure... the greatest one of all... the afterlife!
Take my chances there - with the Creator of the universe!
*Gulp* - I guess I am preparing indeed to ''meet my maker''... and I am not even held at gunpoint here or anything...?!? *LOL*
For I live with the spectre of the stroke hovering above me - my grandfather died of it... an uncle of mine has been devastated by it (becoming, in the process, a pale shadow of the man he once was)... I might be next. With my kind of luck, as evidenced by all my years of existence, it just might be the case indeed... ''Lucky Luciano'' was the other guy... not me! I am merely the luminous one... *lol*
In the advent of such a sad event, I would be left unable to say things that need to be said - such as the following... to all the ones I have inadvertently let down, for whatever reason, through sheer unfortunate circumstances... I am sorry.
I never meant to hurt anyone - since day one.
Life, though, has its ways to tie us up, tie us down... know what I mean?
It is a fallacy to think that we are complete masters of our lives, destinies, fates... We are not. Our lives are not our own to begin with - we live on borrowed time, when so many others have not had the same ''privilege''... Some say we're borrowing the planet all-together - from our children!
Of course, a stroke isn't fatal. Most times, in fact, it is not.
Mild ones are frequent - such as that which affected a popular New England Patriots player... one of the most outspoken ones too... hmm... makes you wonder if those damn things strike down only the kind-hearted ones, who are outspoken but only because they tell the truth loud enough for all to hear and are thus perceived as loudmouths and obnoxious individuals... which is not the truth at all!
But I guess what I'm saying is that I would not want to become a burden - to no one. If I became incapacitated -in any way- I'd rather take off for the Great Adventure... the greatest one of all... the afterlife!
Take my chances there - with the Creator of the universe!
*Gulp* - I guess I am preparing indeed to ''meet my maker''... and I am not even held at gunpoint here or anything...?!? *LOL*
