UDC 793: Travel. Leisure. Pursuits: Hurricane Irene 2011

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Tuesday, June 16, 2015

"Glorious tone he has still. Cork air softer also their brogue. Silly man! Could have made oceans of money. Singing wrong words" #Bloomsday

And a happy 2015 Bllomsday to all of you!

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Alas the voice rose, sighing, changed: loud, full, shining, proud.

--But alas, 'twas idle dreaming...

Glorious tone he has still. Cork air softer also their brogue. Silly man! Could have made oceans of money. Singing wrong words. Wore out his wife: now sings. But hard to tell. Only the two themselves. If he doesn't break down. Keep a trot for the avenue. His hands and feet sing too. Drink. Nerves overstrung. Must be abstemious to sing. Jenny Lind soup: stock, sage, raw eggs, half pint of cream. For creamy dreamy.

Tenderness it welled: slow, swelling, full it throbbed. That's the chat. Ha, give! Take! Throb, a throb, a pulsing proud erect.

Words? Music? No: it's what's behind.

Bloom looped, unlooped, noded, disnoded. Bloom. Flood of warm jamjam lickitup secretness flowed to flow in music out, in desire, dark to lick flow invading. Tipping her tepping her tapping her topping her. Tup. Pores to dilate dilating. Tup. The joy the feel the warm the. Tup. To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes. Flood, gush, flow, joygush, tupthrob. Now! Language of love.

--...ray of hope is...

Beaming. Lydia for Lidwell squeak scarcely hear so ladylike the muse unsqueaked a ray of hopk.

James Joyce, Ulysses (pp. 236-237)

For a look back a Bloomsdays past, see below:

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Mr. Blue Sky, please tell us why, You had to hide away For so long where did we go wrong.

Blue sky, a photo by martin_kalfatovic on Flickr.

Sun is shinin' in the sky,
There ain't a cloud in sight
It's stopped rainin'
Everybody's in a play
And don't you know
It's a beautiful new day.

Runnin' down the avenue,(Pant, Pant, Pant)
See how the sun shines brightly
In the city on the streets
Where once was pity,
Mr. Blue Sky is living here today.

Mr. Blue Sky, please tell us why,
You had to hide away
For so long where did we go wrong.

Hey there Mr. Blue
We're so pleased to be with you
Look around see what you do,
Everybody smiles at you.

Hey you with the pretty face,
Welcome to the human race
A celebration Mr. Blue Sky's
Up there waitin' and today
Is the day we've waited for

Mr. Blue you did it right,
But soon comes Mr. Night,
Creepin' over, now his
Hand is on your shoulder,
Never mind I'll remember you this way.

- Jeff Lynne, E.L.O.

Minor storm damage, small branches down

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Two Hurricanes: Irene and rum-based

Two Hurricanes, a photo by martin_kalfatovic on Flickr.

Though I should have a hurricane, since Hurricane Irene was approaching, here's my modified recipe:

1 oz Cruzon white rum
1 oz Pusser's British Navy dark rum
1 oz Old New Orleans Cajun spiced rum
1/2 oz Cointreau
3 oz orange juice
1 oz mango syrup
1/2 oz grenadine syrup

Stir and serve over ice with a small straw