Leaving Town Baby

I'm leaving town baby
I'm leaving town for show
unless you wanna be bothered
with me hanging round you door
but that's alright..
that's alright,
that's alright,
mamma
anyway you do...

Μήπως με έχει επηρεάσει το Mystery Train τόσο πολύ; Ακόμα; Ή ο Elvis, τόσο πολύ, ακόμα;
Μπορεί απλά να μ'αρέσουν τα ταξίδια.. Μπορεί απλά να είμαι ευτυχισμένη κάθε φορά που είμαι στο δρόμο.

Total Eclipse of ... The Sun

Σαν κάτι σημαντικό επιτέλους, κάποια ανωτέρω αντίδραση, έστω και απο το ηλιακό σύστημα. Σαν να με πονάνε ήδη τα μάτια μου, σαν να μην έχει σκοτεινιάσει ακόμα όσο περίμενα.. Σαν να συμβαίνει κάτι. Έστω και ηλιακή έκλειψη. Ολική ή υποσχέσεις;

Funniest Poem Ever

Are You Lonesome Tonight Elvis

Open Fridge door
Say hello to Elvis, singing
Are you, lonesome
Tonight
No Elvis
Because
I had
Sex, Sex, Sex
And more
Sex

by Allan James Saywell

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Αυτό θα πει τραγική ειρωνία.
Να έχεις writer's block,
Να ξενικάς να γραφεις κάτι στο blog σου
Και αφού το κοιτάξεις επιδοκιμαστικά,
Να πατάς Ctrl και κάτι αλλο και να σβήνει.
Πάει η έμπνευση.
Χαμένη σ'ενα πληκτρολόγιο.
Κι είχα γράψει ένα τόσο όμορφο ποιήμα
για σένα
επιτέλους

So Much Food...

God. Too much food.

When You, When You, When You Come Around...

Friday night, live at ...

My friends were playing.

I got a song.

Made me happy.

Online Gems

You Can Never Hold Back Spring

And baby you can never hold back spring...

And Tom Waits sings and I sigh..

Call me a fool for an image, but I want to see a tiger in the snow.

The "Highway" Metaphor My Ass

More like lowway. More like "finding a way to sell out on marketplaces and virtual bazaars". Sounds like the stuff I read these days. Feels like the sun, feels like dozing off.

What do people write in blogs anyway?

The other day a friend said that when she was on the bus and saw a man walking his dog (literally) she immediately thought "this is the stuff people write in blogs". If this was something academics would discuss, they would transform it into an essay question and the last sentence would be "critically discuss".
I've had quite a tiring week. Also, after months and months I finally spent an entire night awake. I don't have a dog, so lack of sleep seems to be the stuff I end up writing in my blog. An entire night awake will certainly make you feel like it's no ordinary day. It's no ordinary day.

Σήμερα...

Σήμερα πέρασα την ημέρα μου στη βιβλιοθήκη με τη συνονόματη και διάβαζα άρθρα για open source software, κάτι με το οποίο δεν έχω ιδιαίτερη σχέση, ίσως καμία απολύτως σχέση, αλλά αποφάσισα να μάθω για αυτό και να γράψω μια εργασία πάνω σε ένα πολύ κακοδιατυπωμένο θέμα, αλλά δε βαριέσαι, ο καθηγητής μου είναι απο τους υπεύθυνους της κατασκευής πλαρφόρμας ηλεκτρονικής διακυβέρνησης στην Πορτογαλία και τώρα είναι η ώρα να μάθω πράγματα που δεν ξέρω...

Anyone! Please! Any ideas or (academic) articles on open source software projects/ movement??

The Greatest Thing

Honey loving you is the greatest thing

I get to be myself and I get to sing
I get to play at being irresponsible
I come home late and I love your soul
I never forget you in my prayers
I never have a bad thing to report

You're my picture on the wall
You're my vision in the hall
You're the one I'm talking to
When I get in from my work
You are my girl, and you don't even know it
I am living out the life of a poet
I am the jester in the ancient court
And you're the funny little frog in my throat

My eye sight's fading, my hearing's dim
I can't get insured for the state I'm in
I'm a danger to myself I've been starting fights
At the party at the club on a Saturday night
But I don't get disapproving from my girl
She gets the all highlights wrapped in pearls...

You're my picture on the wall
You're my vision in the hall
You're the one I'm talking to
When I get in from my work
You are my girl, and you don't even know it
I am living out the life of a poet
I am the jester in the ancient court
And you're the funny little frog in my throat

I had a conversation with you at night
It's a little one sided but that's alright
I tell you in the kitchen about my day
You sit on the bed in the dark changing places
With the ghost that was there before you came
You've come to save my life again

I don't dare to touch your hand
I don't dare to think of you
In a physical way
And I don't know how you smell
You are the cover of my magazine
You're my fashion tip, a living museum
I'd pay to visit you on rainy Sundays
I'll maybe tell you all about it someday

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