Tür : Romantik
Gösterim Tarihi : 19 Şubat 1999
Yönetmen : Erick Zonca
Senaryo : Roger Bohbot , Erick Zonca
Görüntü Yönetmeni : Agnès Godard
Müzik : Yann Tiersen
Yapım : 1998, Fransa , 115 dk.

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Isa tüm eşyasını sırt çantasına sığdırmış yirmi yaşında, şehirden şehire dolaşan genç bir kızdır.
Gittiği her yerde ufak tefek işler yaparak geçinen iyimser bir kızdır.
Kendisiyle zıt bir kişiliğe sahip olan Marie ile dostluk kurar
ve hayatı farklı bir yöne doğru akmaya başlar.

Yasal Uyarı!..

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Director: Pramod Chakravorty

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It’s the Holiday Season once again, and all those decorations remind us that we are a colored-light family living in a white-light town. Actually, five years after moving back to the States from London, we finally feel like full-fledged Americans: we have started paying for orthodontia.

Jonathan, age 9, was the first to draw blood. (The dentists hate it when you say that.) He got a blue-and-red retainer that he wears around the clock. The rest of us enjoyed making fun of his lisp while he learned how to talk with the retainer. He also had to re-learn how to eat and whithle. Toughest of all for him was working out how to make those simulated farting and belching noises that have always made him such a special boy.
Jonny has also taken up the clarinet. He attacks a number of songs, including “The Star Spangled Banner.” We can tell when it is finished because he shouts, “Play ball!” Jonny is happy to wear the same shirt and trousers every day, but he has three bikes which he rides for different occasions — to school, for jumping, and for mountain trails. All three include frequent crashing. We’ve decided to go long on Band-Aid stock so he can help pay for his college education.
In the autumn, Jonny stunned us with a request: “Do we have a thesaurus?” Later we figured out that he was just looking for a fat book to flatten out a leaf. Another request last week was more typical, and more urgent: “Dad, we need a new whoopee cushion for Christmas.” True, we were down to our last three.

Lizzie, 12, has a birthday coming in February. For years her parents have been telling her that teenagers are the root of all evil. (Squealing tires? Graffiti? Litter? Bosnia? Gotta be teenagers behind them all.)  The orthodontist looks in her mouth every four months, but keeps saying, “Not ready.” Sounds more expensive every time.
We look to Lizzie for fashion and trend advice. “Oh Dad,” she’ll grimace at a particular sweatshirt or seemingly clever comment. “That’s so last year.” Hoping to avoid those awkward talks and stop buying those “your changing body” books we casually leave lying around the house, we asked Lizzie if she was learning about sex in health class. No, she said. Stress management. We can appreciate the stress in her life. At an age when it’s very important to fit in, she realizes she was born into a family of misfits. She likes to tell people that she is the white sheep of her family.
Now that we are closer to those delightful teenage years than to the diaper and bottle era, dinnertime conversation has taken on a new dimension…especially when it comes to insults. Lizzie fired off the ultimate jibe at her brother the other day: “You…you…you…B student!” Like our friends in Lake Woebegon, we know that our children are above average. But we still sometimes have doubts. For example, when Jonny is in a hurry he only walks the dog halfway around the block.

The kids are getting messier as they get older, but we have decided to stop trying to pick up after them. Cleaning the house while you still have kids at home is like shoveling snow during a blizzard. We also know that we really need to pick our spots in trying to impose discipline or reason with the kids. They’re faster than us, they’re smarter than us, and they get more sleep.
As a family, we have been doing a lot more outdoor stuff — biking, hiking, canoeing. Nancy didn’t even know she wanted car-top bike racks for Christmas last year. Still on the exercise front, the latest addition to our seldom-used fitness arsenal is one of those pull-up bars that fits in a door jamb. Tim had planned to do chin-ups, but discovered a design flaw: the bar apparently works only for for people with one chin. He is waiting for someone to design a proper chins-up bar. Nancy, eager to embrace new technology, is still looking for a ‘virtual’ exercise solution.

Tim is starting his 15th year as a full-time — well, not exactly full time — freelance writer. If you don’t see the humor in that, it’s only because you’ve never been a freelancer yourself. Nancy says there’s still nothing funny about commuting.
Have you noticed how we say more and more about the kids each year, and less and less about ourselves? When they move away and the dog finally dies, we’re going to have to go back to plain old Christmas cards. That day can’t be too far away. Already we see the signs. Picture this scene. Nancy or Tim is walking down the street hand-in-hand with one of our kids when, suddenly, another kid appears down the block. Our hand is automatically dropped. It’s as if the Cool Police are on their bullhorn: “PUT YOUR HANDS IN YOUR POCKETS AND STEP AWAY FROM THE PARENT!”

One final note. We’re thinking of going digital next year, so let us know how you feel about getting this letter — if we do it again — via e-mail for Christmas 1999. Feel free to mark your choices on the enclosed slip of paper and send it back, along with a note about yourself, if you like.

Happy Holidays, and we hope you have as much fun in 1999 as we will!

Nancy, Tim, Lizzie, Jonny

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I saw this story recently on Forensic Files or some such program.  Despite the bizarre set of facts and that this took place in Florida, I didn’t remember anything at all about it.  So I made a mental note to find out more about the case when I had the time. Now that the election is over, this was a welcome change of subject, unpleasant as it may be.  Information is kind of sketchy.  Where is Ann Rule when you need her?  But I guess there’s no one left to interview.

Beginning at the end of the story, fifty-four-year-old Judy Buenoano, known as the “Black Widow,” was executed in Florida’s electric chair Monday, March 13, 1998, for poisoning her husband in 1971.  At the time, she was the first woman executed in Florida since 1848.

This woman was a piece of work.  Her deception began to unravel in 1983, when her fiance, John Gentry survived a car bombing attack in downtown Pensacola.   He survived – and Judy had a problem.  During the investigation of the bombing, Gentry told police that Judy had been giving him “vitamins” that made him sick, later discovered to contain arsenic and formaldehyde.

This  started an investigation into Judy’s past, uncovering the following:

1.  In 1971, she was married to James Goodyear (1934-1971), a sergeant in the USAF. According to prosecutors, she was motivated by insurance money when she poisoned him with lethal doses of arsenic. However, his death was initially believed to be due to natural causes.

2.  In 1973, she moved in with Bobby Joe Morris in January of 1978, he succumbed. Later that year, she legally changed her name to “Buenoano” (Spanish for “good year”).

3.  This is the most chilling.  Judy’s son Michael Goodyear became severely ill in 1979, his symptoms including paraplegia.  Post-mortem examination indicated that he had been the victim of severe arsenic poisoning, which caused his disability.  But in 1980, she took Michael out for a little canoe ride, the canoe rolled over, and Michael, weighed down by his arm and leg braces, drowned.

4.  Then comes the car bombing of fiance John Gentry.  When the vitamins she had been giving him turned out to contain arsenic and formaldehyde, this led to the exhumation of the aforementioned James Goodyear, Michael Goodyear, and Bobby Joe Morris.  Each of them had been the victim of arsenic poisoning.

5.  She was also suspected in the 1980 death of her boyfriend Gerald Dossett. After her arrest, Dossett’s body was exhumed and analysed for signs of arsenic poisoning. No charges were laid in that case.

She was sentenced to 12 years in prison for the car bombing, and Gentry’s story about the vitamins led investigators to uncover a series of crimes against her family.

In 1984, a jury convicted Buenoano of killing her partially paralyzed 19-year-old son, Michael Goodyear, and sentenced her to life in prison. Prosecutors say she gave four different versions of what happened, but that she pushed him out of a canoe near Pensacola’s East River in 1980.

At trial, the prosecutor said, “It wasn’t an accident. The guy was paralyzed.”  “He had 15 pounds of braces on his legs without a life jacket. He was taken up the river in a canoe and basically pitched out.”

She received the death penalty for the murder of her husband, James Goodyear.

Her 13 years on Florida’s death row were spent writing letters, crocheting blankets and baby clothes, and maintaining her innocence.

You can’t make it up.

Posted:  11.15.08

Tercer álbum de Nothingface que tengo el placer de escuchar. Es anterior a Violence y a Skeletons, pero en mi opinión mejor que ambos.

Mi valoración: 8,5/10

João comprou uma porção de cds. Não imaginei que poderia ficar tão feliz com uma coisa tão 1998. No fundo não sou mesmo uma dessas garotas moderninhas, eu sinto falta das caixinhas, eu sinto falta dos encartes, eu sinto falta de falar: vou colocar um cd, eu sinto falta de arrumar espaço nas minhas prateleiras. E eu estava tão cansada dos nossos, parados em algum lugar no tempo sem evoluir, não aguentava mais olhar para eles por vinte minutos enquanto decidia qual queria ouvir. Eram sempre os mesmos, ano após ano. Não me levem a mal, AMO o meu ipod e os seus 8GB, mas tem horas que eu sinto falta de bagunçar as caixas, rasgar a beiradinha do encarte e lutar para abrir as embalagens. É como o vinil, eu sou uma daquelas taradas que acha mesmo que os estalidos dão um gostinho a mais. Gosto de sentar no meu sofá e depois ter que me levantar pra mudar de lado. Gosto de máquinas de escrever também apesar de me fazerem doer os dedos. Eu gosto da internet, mas ainda bem que já tinha crescido quando começei a usá-la de verdade. Não sou fã número um da globalização/modernização. Call me old fashioned, I am.

Macedonia was Slavic speaking in the 8th-10th century.

Taken from the book “The Indo-European Languages” edited by Anna Giacalone Ramat and Paul Ramat, 1998, page 419.

All of the Southern Balkans were Slavic speaking areas in the 8th to the 10th century AD, Macedonia and Thessaly was completely Slavic speaking as was Epirus.

        Yet More WrinklesWrinkles!

They’re all over the place –

On my hands and on my face:

Cheek collapsing as we speak,

Ear a wrinkling lithosphere;

Frontal thigh, inner calves;

Maybe there are wonder salves

To tighten without surgery;

An after-shower alchemy.

Or dare I hope my character

Is so spell-binding

That when people hear me sing,

They see no line,

No plastic shine,

No falsely girlish saccharine -

Just soul divine

With everything that’s mine

Just fine unto the -enth degree.

In other words: just me.

©

Yet More Wrinkles 98.9.3Circling Round Woman; Vaguely About Music; Circling Round Vanities;

Arlene Corwin

    What Could Have Been So Nice

This is a song, a definite song;

Not a poem or a rhyme

Where the tune can go wrong

And the rhythms and time

Can go free.

No ‘goody’ or ‘baddy’, no good or bad luck;

This is a song about love’s tragicomedy,

Meeting and drowning in love;

Abandoning all for the newly formed bond

That lived out clichés: all used up and beyond.

The differences winning,

The love dance beginning,

Not yet awake,

Soon prosaic.

Small jokes evocative,

Stories you told –

Tiring and old.

Even the passion, romantic and wild –

Passed to desiring vapid and mild.

This is a song that is set up to mourn

What could have been so nice.

©

What Could Have Been So Nice 98.4.7Lyrics; Love Relationships; Vaguely About Music;

Arlene Corwin

Nu när jag slutat som speaker i volleyboll kan det kanske vara på sin plats med ett antal tillbakablickar på speciellt minnesvärda tillfällen. Här är det första:

Det här utspelar sig under ett av mina tidigare SM-slutspel, det måste ha varit 1998, för på den tiden satt man som speaker uppe i den lilla kuren ovanför läktaren och hade alltid problem med publik som stod framför så man inte såg något alls, trots de allt annat än subtila lappar jag satt upp på räcket de lutade sig mot. Det här året hade jag införskaffat det som på den tiden var det allra modernaste - en MiniDisc-spelare - som dessutom kom med en fjärrkontroll där jag kunde styra musiken trots att jag stod nere på golvet! Sagt och gjort, under introt av en av matcherna, jag minns inte om det var semifinal eller final, startar jag musiken sittandes inne i kuren och springer sedan ut och ner för trappan till planen, med fjärrkontrollen i högsta hugg medan stämningen inför matchen blir allt högre bland publiken. Väl nere på golvet hälsar jag alla välkomna och presenterar matchen och försöker få igång publiken ytterligare genom att fråga om de är klara. När de pliktskyldigt svarat “ja” så säger jag “Då kör vi!” och trycker på fjärrkontrollen för att dra igång line up-musiken.

Men det händer inget.

Publiken undrar naturligtvis vad som är på gång och lite smått bekymrad trycker jag igen på fjärrkontrollen, men det händer fortfarande inget. Istället blir jag tvungen att peka på en kille som står uppe vid speakerkuren och säga i högtalarna “trycker du på startknappen där uppe…?“.

Det är tur att man alltid haft en förmåga att ta alla potentiellt pinsamma situationer med glimten i ögat…

Det visade sig sedan att fjärrkontrollen hade legat dumt i väskan under den gångna veckan och haft ett par av knapparna intryckta hela tiden, vilket hade gjort att batteriet tagit slut… Sedan dess har jag aldrig riktigt litat på trådlös teknik när det verkligen gäller.

Undertecknad under SM-slutspelet 1998. Notera fjärrkontrollen i vänsterhanden.

“Bate forte o tambor! Eu quero tic tic tic tic tac!”

Quem não se lembra desse refrão que grudou como um carrapicho nos ouvidos e na cabeça dos brasileiros? Pois esse foi, justamente, o único grande sucesso da banda Carrapicho. Ao menos em nível nacional…

A banda foi formada no já longínquo ano de 1983, em Manaus, nos bastidores do grupo folclórico do Boi Bumbá Garantido (aquele mesmo, de Parintins). Na toada de músicas que cantavam as tradições e folclores do Norte brasileiro, o Carrapicho sempre fez muito sucesso na região e (pasmem) na Europa, onde já ganharam discos de Ouro em países como França, Alemanha, Bélgica, Suíça, Polônia, Israel, Líbano, Argentina, Chile, Paraguai, chegando a vender mais de 15 milhões de CDs.

Composta por quatro bailarinos caracterizados de índios e pelo cantor figura Zezinho Corrêa , o reconhecimento nacional do Carrapicho, entretanto, só aconteceu em 1998, com “Tic, Tic, Tac”. Bate forte o tambor. Mas bate bem forte pra ver se espanta!

So ya know how sometimes something comes around in life and it causes you to get a little excited, and it may seem silly or no big deal to others?  Well I sort of find myself there right now - for anyone else that really doesn’t know much about me or the college I attended (also where I grew up) this whole post won’t mean much to you and you will probably be lost, but that’s okay.

I got a call a couple weeks ago from my dad - now first thing you should know is that I really don’t do much of the whole phone deal with my mom or my dad - I am pretty slack like that.  It works out nice that I am living and working near my sister because she keeps me pretty plugged in because she talks to them way more than I do.  It is not like there is some big problem or that I don’t love them etc. etc. - that is just sort of how we operate.  It is sort of the whole - if there is something big or important that comes up we will be in touch - but otherwise it is life as usual, sorry if that sounds bad.

Anyway back to the phone call - so since my dad was calling I figured something was up - we made a minute or two of small talk and then he proceeded to the information he needed to receive or give to me.  He asked me about being willing/able to speak at this year’s Gospel Rally (for those that have no clue what the heck that is - it is Roanoke Bible College’s Annual Homecoming and Preaching Rally).  I was being asked to speak for the Friday Morning - “Alumni Preacher” session.  And here is where we get to the crux of the matter.  For me, this is an honor and it is something that I am excited about getting the opportunity to participate in.  For others they see this as something that has outlived its usefulness and should be done away with or either changed greatly, and I hear a lot of valid arguments on the needing some change aspect.  Ultimately though this is something that represents a great deal of who I am and what helped me to become the person I am today, so it really is something of excitement and a true honor, no matter what anyone else thinks.

Lots of people have lots of DRASTICALLY differing opinions about the college, but this place has been something that has played a major role in my life.  This is not to say that there have not been dark moments in her history or bad decisions and difficult times, but then again what sort of an institution has not had those things happen.  I tend to look a little bit to the upside and brighter angle, the many lives challenged and changed through her work to draw people into full-time, part-time, and volunteer service of our King!  How many countless men and women that have served God in mighty ways and have sacrificed in untold capacities to affect the lives of young men and women.  I am truly thankful to God for allowing myself and my family to have been a part of such a rich tradition.  Again let me remind you that I am not blinded to the negatives and have even expressed my concerns over things in the past and patterns I have sometimes noticed in the present and the future, but all in all I believe firmly and wholeheartedly of God’s guiding hand upon this wonderful place.

So I am grateful for the opportunity, excited about the possibilities, and humbled for the process that now begins over prayerfully listening to what God would have me prepare through the power of His Spirit for that moment in March, when the Gospel Rally rolls around.  I welcome and invite you all to be there, not because I am speaking, but because of the friends and fellow partners in the Gospel who will be there, for the young students who are currently enrolled that we can set an example for, for the faculty and staff that we need to encourage in their efforts of service and to bring Honor and Glory to God for the things He has done, is doing, and will continue to do through the efforts of a wonderful institution.  Not to mention some excellent times of worship through word and song that will take place.

I give a special call/invitation to those who I attended RBC with - those graduates of the class of 1998 - I know last year was our “big push” with it being our 10th Anniv, but I would love to see you all again - and those who couldn’t make it.  Also for those who graduated after us in the class of 1999 - those who we built great friendships with - it would be awesome to see many of you as well.  

This is such a wonderful time to share the joyous times of God’s richest blessings in our lives - to share the tough moments and dark days of struggle that the Lord has FAITHFULLY brought us through - and HECK just to sit back and laugh about those late nights in the dorm, the crazy times at strange events, the random road-trips and everything else in between.  You all know that no matter what your “experience” was like while @ RBC - that as you think about those times in college you can recall a story that brings a twinkle to your eye, a smile to your face, or even a full on belly laugh for all to hear - so why not come back and enjoy this time of fellowship.

I’d love to HEAR from anyone and everyone - drop a line and let us know if you can or cannot make it - or simply leave a lil story about your time from school and let’s all enjoy the moments together!

Kemarin, kebetulan saya nekat mendatangi acara peluncuran buku Letnan Jenderal TNI (Purn.) Kiki Syahnakri. Beliau –sekedar fyi bagi LifeLearner yang lupa- adalah mantan Wakil KSAD dengan segudang pengalaman. Pasca pensiun, Kiki banyak menulis terutama di harian Kompas. Dan buku Aku Hanya Tentara: Catatan Militer, Kepemimpinan, dan Kebangsaan (Jakarta: Penerbit Kompas, 2008) yang diluncurkan kemarin adalah kumpulan artikel yang pernah ditulisnya untuk harian tersebut.

Saya datang cuma sebagai rakyat biasa yang ingin nyambangi acaranya mantan jenderal. Dan benar saja, saya adalah minoritas mutlak! Acara itu dipenuhi para mantan jenderal, namun sayangnya saya tidak melihat perwira tinggi TNI aktif yang hadir. Ada Letjen TNI (Purn.) Himawan Soetanto, Letjen TNI (Purn.) Sayidiman Suryohadiprojo, Letjen TNI (Purn.) Yunus Yosfiah, dan sejumlah purnawirawan jenderal lain yang –jujur saja- saya tidak begitu mengenali. Sementara dari kalangan sipil tampak hadir anggota DPR Sutradara Gintings dan H.S. Dillon. Sebagai pembahas dalam diskusi tampil Letjen TNI (Purn.) Suaidi Marasabessy, Mayjen TNI (Purn.) Zacky Anwar Makarim, Pemred Media Indonesia Saur Hutabarat, Pemred Liputan 6 SCTV Rosiana Silalahi, dan Purba. Sebagai moderator adalah pengamat politik Daniel Sparingga dari Universitas Airlangga.

Acaranya sebenarnya standar saja. Mungkin membosankan bagi yang tidak biasa. Masing-masing pembahas menghabiskan sebagian besar waktunya untuk menyampaikan kesannya tentang penulis, dan malah hanya Saur Hutabarat yang membahas mendalam soal bukunya. Tidak ada sesi tanya-jawab atau diskusi, yang ada adalah tanggapan dari para hadirin –termasuk saya- yang membuat waktu molor.

Namun buat saya, acara kemarin itu sangat menarik. Apa sebabnya? Saya jadi tahu, ternyata begitu banyak pribadi yang sangat mencintai Indonesia dan berjuang keras untuk mempertahankannya. Berbagai persoalan yang disinggung Kiki dalam bukunya mengemuka. Misalnya penyesalan tentang lepasnya Timor-Timur, ketidaksetujuan terhadap DCA (Defense Cooperation Agreement) antara RI-Singapura yang memang akhirnya dibatalkan, hingga abu-abunya sejarah bangsa mulai dari berbagai operasi TNI seperti Dwikora hingga 1998.

Menarik mengingat tiap individu yang bicara termasuk tanggapan hadirin tampak senada: “Kita harus selamatkan Indonesia!”

Sewaktu saya sedang mengobrol berdua saja saat makan malam dengan Mayor Jenderal TNI (Purn.) Zacky Anwar Makarim –mantan Kepala BAIS ABRI-, serombongan wartawan –termasuk dari Kompas- mendadak menghadang (ambush). Mereka meminta wawancara dengan beliau. Namun karena acara itu adalah ‘hajat’ dari sobatnya, beliau menolak. Saat itu saya berpikir, enak juga datang sebagai rakyat biasa, bukan sebagai wartawan yang harus mengejar narasumber demi sepotong berita. Tapi di sisi lain, saya pun kasihan kepada rekan-rekan wartawan yang gagal mendapatkan wawancara.

Saat bicara berdua tersebutlah, saya cukup banyak mendapatkan informasi off-the-record dari beliau. Terutama karena beliau ingat jatidiri saya saat memberikan tanggapan sebagai eks-aktivis ’98. Beliau memberikan sejumlah insight soal apa yang terjadi di tubuh TNI pada saat itu. Selain dengan beliau, saya pun sempat mengobrol cukup banyak dengan ibu Dr.Chandra Motik Yusuf, S.H.,M.Sc. -yang datang bersama rombongan antara lain Pak Rudy Johanes, Pak Wawan dan Ibu Maria- karena memang beliau duduk di sebelah saya selama acara pembahasan buku berlangsung. Beberapa obrolan ringan sempat mengemuka, terutama mengomentari topik bahasan buku dan persoalan Timor-Timur yang disesali lepasnya oleh hampir semua hadirin.

Bersama Pak Saur Hutabarat dan rekannya serta Mas Daniel Sparingga, saya sempat mendiskusikan pula soal Timor-Timur tersebut. Mas Daniel menceritakan bahwa ia dan Pak Kiki dahulu termasuk tim perunding yang bertemu dengan pihak Portugal dan Fretilin di London. Saat itu bahkan Xanana Gusmao dan Ramos Horta saja sudah setuju pada konsep otonomi khusus yang diperluas. Namun, memang menurut Pak Kiki mendadak ada surat dari PM Australia John Howard yang membuat Habibie tiba-tiba memanggil kabinetnya bersidang. Isi surat itu adalah Australia mengancam akan mencabut pengakuannya atas Timor Timur sebagai provinsi Indonesia dan meminta Indonesia segera mengadakan referendum atas Timtim. Dan tanpa sepengetahuan tim perunding, tiba-tiba saja pemerintah sudah mengeluarkan opsi referendum tanpa didahului penawaran opsi otonomi khusus. Sebuah ironi akibat ketergesaan!

Pasca acara tersebut, sebenarnya saya ingin meluncur ke diskusi lain di tempat lain yang menghadirkan banyak tokoh. Ada Sultan HB X, Fadel Muhammad, dan lain-lain. Tapi karena lelah dan ada pe-er pekerjaan, maka saya pun memilih pulang. Setidaknya, saya membawa pulang pesan bagus dari Pak Zacky: “Kalau mau terjun ke politik, mantapkan dulu fondasi ekonomimu! Jangan cari makan di politik supaya tetap lurus!”

Saya tak bisa berkata lain selain menjawab, “Siap, jenderal!”

"take your time walk the line just a matter of time..."

Artista : Pete Rock
Album : Soul Survivor ( 1998 )
Canción : Take your time / Tomate tu tiempo  video 1 video 2
Tipeado por : OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
Traducido por : neutroweb

Pete Rock talking…

[Jane Eugene]
Sunrise, starts the day
Lay back, ease your pain
Don’t sweat, simple things
Take your time, do your thing

[Pete Rock]
As grains of sand pass from hand to hand
I watch time stand still I’m just one man
That’s out for all so all should be for one
Grew up on the drum with the J.B. “Unh!”
The son, who spun the record that his pop’s collected
Went on to create and perfect the unexpected
Funky beat sound watch the family “Get down!”
Slide with the right and give cousin a pound
Watch the young ones play and think back in the day
When fresh was the style, plus the word to say
It’s all love now, let me show you how
to take time out, and show you what life’s about

Chorus: Jane Eugene and Carl McIntosh

Take your time walk the line just a matter of time
Take your time walk the line just a matter of time
Take your time walk the line just a matter of time
Wo oh just a mattter of time

[Jane Eugene]
Feel the flow, and let it go
Unwind, relax your mind
Stay a while, take your time
Bet you’ll find, peace of mind

[Pete Rock]
With a, douse of soul, I’m back in control
My goal sees the world pass from young to old
Unfold a new tale, see yourself on scale
2000 the year my black people prevail
Yo straight up and down I got love for this son
Nine years in the mix and if time permits
I’ll continue to make my melody for the tapes
And walk the fine line between love and hate

Chorus 4X

Temazo Traducido

Pete Rock hablando…

[Jane Eugene]
amanece, empieza el dia
relajate, calma tu dolor
fácil, cosas simples
tomate tu tiempo, haz tus cosas

[Pete Rock]
mientras los granos de arena pasan de mano en mano
miro el tiempo como no pasa, yo solo soy un hombre
que está para todos, así todos deben estar para uno
crecí con la batería y el “Uhh!” de James Brown
el hijo, que hizo girar los discos que su papa coleccionó
fue en busca de crear y perfeccionar lo inesperado
el sonido funky del beat mientras veo a la familia “agachandose!”
juntandome con los correctos y dandole a los primos algo
miro a los jovenes jugar y pienso en el pasado
cuando “el fresco” era el estilo, ademas de la frase
“ahora todo es amor”, dejame mostrarte como
date el tiempo, y te mostraré de que se trata la vida

coro: Jane Eugene y Carl McIntosh

tomate tu tiempo camina por la senda es solo cuestión de tiempo
tomate tu tiempo camina por la senda es solo cuestión de tiempo
tomate tu tiempo camina por la senda es solo cuestión de tiempo
wo oh solo cuestión de tiempo

[Jane Eugene]
siente como fluye y dejalo ir
calmate, relaja tu mente
quedate un rato, tomate tu tiempo
te apuesto a que encontrarás, la paz mental

[Pete Rock]
con un(a), DOUSE OF SOUL, retomo el control
mi meta es envejecer viendo el mundo pasar
se abre una nueva historia, vete a ti mismo en escala
2000 es el año en que mi gente negra se impondrá
hey, realmente tengo amor por esto
nueve años en la mezcla y si el tiempo lo permite
continuaré para dejar la melodía en las cintas
y caminar la delgada linea entre el amor y odio

coro 4 veces

    The Art Of Knowing When

It’s:

Playing several hours a day,

Learning songs,

Arranging

With no job exchange,

No club to which you can belong.

Its:

Writing

Night plus night plus night

While making new corrections

For a throng

That isn’t there to read collections

So precisely organized.

Its:

Doing whether spirit’s pleased,

Your back has seized or you’re diseased.

It is the art of knowing when.

It is all one.

©

The Art Of Knowing When 98.6.16

    Thank You, But…

I write this for a friend.

In fact, I’m not that cynical.

He says, “They say they like you, but…

They don’t!

Cause what you’ve got to sell,

If truth could tell,

Is not their cup of tea.

There is no pact,

No contract,

Nothing offered, only pleasantry:

A drink, a wink

And “Thank you, but…

We’re booked until the year two million.”

How he’d like to kill the one

Who lacks the candor to be frank. You

You have no chance – You feel a fool,

A tool of management

And all those men

Who rule the jobs:

The bosses, nobs.

He vows, if he were ever one of them

To never play with words. He’d say,

“You’re just not good enough today,

But practice leads to readiness.

Go home and practice.” It’s less

Cruel than the uncaring, unresponsive, all-unfair

“We thank you, but…”

You never find out why.

©Thank You, But… 98.9.13

Our Times, Our Culture; Vaguely About Music;

Arlene Corwin

En esta ocasión les traigo la final de Toluca vs Necaxa en la que al empezar el segundo tiempo no se tenían muchas esperanzas ya que el marcador para los rojos era bastante desfaborable, pero un gol de Taboada hizo que el Toluca fuera hacia adelante y pudiera concretar la hazaña

                       Maddie Clifton

Keep Maddie’s Memory Alive (a GREAT site)
Search For 8-Year-Old Lakewood Girl Ends In Tragedy (has alot of details, including a timeline)
Prosecution rests in trial of teen accused of killing neighbor girl
Jury finds Phillips guilty of first-degree murder
Clifton murder inspired by porn?
Hearing Set On Retrial Of Maddie Clifton Murder (also has many links to archived stories)
THE MADDIE CLIFTON SAGA: Her killer fights back tears when asked about Maddie and her family

              Josh Phillips 1998                     Josh Phillips 2008

INMATE INFORMATION

DC Number: J11775
Name: PHILLIPS, JOSHUA E
Race: WHITE
Sex: MALE
Hair Color: BROWN
Eye Color: GRAY
Height: ”’
Weight: 197 lbs.
Birth Date: 03/17/1984
Initial Receipt Date: 08/26/1999
Current Facility: HARDEE C.I.
Current Custody: CLOSE
Current Release Date: SENTENCED TO LIFE

——————————————————————————–
Aliases:
JOSHUA E PHILLIPS JOSHUA EARL PHILLIPS
JOSHUA EARL PHILLIPS PAT JOSHUA EARL PATRICK PHILLIPS

Current Prison Sentence History:
Offense Date Offense Sentence Date County Case No. Prison Sentence Length
11/03/1998 1ST DG MUR/PREMED. OR ATT. 08/20/1999 POLK 9904685 SENTENCED TO LIFE

Note: The offense descriptions are truncated and do not necessarily reflect the crime of conviction. Please refer to the court documents or the Florida Statutes for further information or definition.

Incarceration History:
Date In-Custody Date Out-of-Custody
08/26/1999 Currently Incarcerated

“African Rhythms, makes clap your hands! African Rhythms, makes you wanna dance!” così esordisce “AFRICAFUNK: the original sound of 1970 Funky Africa” nella prima traccia..e mantiene la promessa!

Quest’opera si presenta come una raccolta essenziale di 13 brani di puro Afro-funk, selezionato per noi dall’etichetta Harmless Records nel 1999.

Africafunk può vantare la presenza di artisti di tutto rispetto, che hanno fatto la storia della musica pop e popolare africana e che perciò garantiscono la qualità di questa produzione. Giusto per dare un’idea, ecco la tracklist:

1- Onesses of Juju - African Rhythms

2- Peter King - Ajo

3- Wali & the Afro Caravan - Hail the King

4- Manu Dibango - African Battle

5- Lafayette Afro-Rock Band - Malik

6- Mombasa - African Hustle

7- Fela Ransome Kuti & the Africa ‘70 - Expensive Shit

8- Matata - Talkin’ Talkin’

9- Vecchio - Megaton

10- Manu Dibango - Weja

11- Mulatu Astatqe - Netsanet

12- Ice - Racubah

13- Tony Allen - Road Close

Poderose sezioni di fiati, synth, e percussioni caratterizzano più di tutto le tracce della raccolta firmata Harmless Records..questo è un cd che merita di essere ascoltato e riascoltato più volte nella sua interezza e ce n’è davvero per tutti i gusti: sembra di sentire i sicuramente più famosi J.B.’s in canzoni come Talkin’ Talkin’ o Weja, si passa dal frenetico groove di Malik e Racubah alle atmosfere fusion di Netsanet e Road Close che liberano la mente, fino a pezzi di stampo più “popolare” come Hail the King. Ai più risulterà familiare African Battle di Manu Djibango che è un classico tra i b-boy (è stata usata più volte nelle Battle Of The Year). insomma, siamo di fronte ad una raccolta di quelle che (purtroppo) se ne vedono poche in giro e che quindi non può mancare a chi ama il funk e il groove nella forma più libera. Un MUST.

Massimo “FuNkEe!!!” Serra