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Me n Nico's media mail box, for spring in New York

Castell de Montsoriu

if a bit killed most bits that really kill kill because of the feeling you put behind them because of the way your being because you're animated by the thought not by the perfect pausing or whatever you did that stuff that stuff comes out of your it's the way you expressed it that comes from a feeling but when you know when you do a bit and it's killing so you imprint it you start doing it exactly the same way every time and then it starts to degenerate yeah it starts to come down yeah and the reason is because you are relying on the mechanics and you've lost the passion behind it and the audience is now laughing at comedy mechanics which are about 50% funny totally pure feelings are hundred thirty percent fun if you say a line differently every time you do it that means you're probably doing it right because you're you're you're concentrating on the feeling of what you're saying rather than the intention rather than words and the spacing and stuff and so what I do when I'm doing a bit on stage that starts to lose steam because and it used to [ ] and kill when it stops getting laughs I remember why did I say it forget how I said why did I say it and then I do I try to pretend I've never said this thought before I try to pretend like I'm explaining it to somebody for the first time for my first time not theirs and I go in that [ ]

Breaking: The most beautiful utopia you know was just ruined by a single defector.

An influence rolls through town—And rolls its window down. Or raises its tents.

The Romans became sheep. They were fully domesticated. This made them easy to scatter and herd.

Cell antennas encrusted the water towers, like barnacles on crabs. And the towers we rusting, with something like orange fungus: minerals, mimicking life.

Somehow, he resolved, they would have to be intolerant to the intolerant, to preserve their regime of unconditional tolerance.

Polybius—first of the experimental historians; who walked the Alps to map out Hannibal's route—suggested a cyclical structure to time.

These were the suicidal tendencies of a cosmopolitan liberalism. It was certainly a good time.

You’re not helping anyone, he said. Letting yourself get carried away. You’ve got to keep it in check or someone else will, and all that so-called enlightenment's just another setback.

She had pulled away, certainly—but had I pulled away first? One could never be sure, for such subtle communications pass between longtime lovers—often unnoticed by either.

Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? How then? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? He that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. 'Tis insensible, then. Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon: and so ends my catechism.

Yea, live we do in others' hands; our fates are not our own; and honor, tho it be abstraction, modulates their every action. What does honour bring? It brings the errant knight to aid, it sails ships across the channel, wins the damsel, and assures the bloodline of its highest hybrid heir. Lacking honor, men cannot make contract, nor depend on allied pledge; nor can they win their peers with words; in short, they lose all that which makes them men. They live uneasy midst their their neighbors, and in private homes their conscience gnaws away: Honour then I'll have, or else forego my life, for without honor, life is but a lonely beastly brutish thing, and not fit for the having.

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GAUNT.

O, but they say the tongues of dying men

Enforce attention like deep harmony.

Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain,

For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.

He that no more must say is listened more

Than they whom youth and ease have taught to glose.

More are men’s ends marked than their lives before.

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Lascivious metres, to whose venom sound

The open ear of youth doth always listen;

Report of fashions in proud Italy,

Whose manners still our tardy-apish nation

Limps after in base imitation.

Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity—

So it be new, there’s no respect how vile—

That is not quickly buzzed into his ears?

Then all too late comes counsel to be heard,

GAUNT.

O, but they say the tongues of dying men

Enforce attention like deep harmony.

Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain,

For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.

He that no more must say is listened more

Than they whom youth and ease have taught to glose.

More are men’s ends marked than their lives before.

Masterpiece of a music video. Incredible this got made. The sheer budget and logistics involved.

And then the art of it, the active camera, the choreography. The symbologies of skin color.

#jamie-xx #Youtube

One thing I've noticed is that there's way more social policing in London than any other city I've been to. Signs everywhere with numbers to call if someone's misbehaving. The phrase "antisocial behavior" tossed around a lot. And the subway exhortation that "Not all disabilities are visible" tacitly testifies to a social policing of disability privileges. Saw an old man, maybe 90, with a cane resting in the British Museum yesterday when a docent came up, asked him if he had a medically valid reason to sit there.

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27 October 1994 vol 558 cc640-2640

§3.25 p.m.

§Lord Beaumont of Whitley asked the Chairman of Committees: What plans there are to preserve the Indian Bean Trees (Catalpa bignonioides) in Black Rod's garden.

§The Chairman of Committees (Lord Ampthill): My Lords, as a result of a decision of both Houses that Black Rod's garden should become the main entrance to the Palace of Westminster for vehicles and the public, sadly it will be necessary during the construction work to cut down four of the five Catalpa trees. Three of them will be replaced and there will be five new Prunus and three Magnolia trees, as particular regard is being paid to landscaping and aesthetic factors in planning the new entrance.

§Lord Beaumont of Whitley: My Lords, I thank the noble Lord the Chairman of Committees for that moderately satisfactory reply. Can he tell the House whether the central tree—the one which is so beautifully framed by the arch from the Lord Chancellor's courtyard and which can be seen the whole length of the Palace of Westminster—can be left where it is?

§The Chairman of Committees: Alas, no, my Lords. The one that is being retained is the one nearest the river. The four which have to go will be replaced but set slightly further back. I will ensure that the point 641made by the noble Lord is taken into account. We are receiving most excellent advice on how the new garden should be laid out. The current president of the Landscape Institute has been advising us throughout. Westminster City Council has the most admirable expert on trees who is also giving us his help. I am quite certain that the final result in Black Rod's garden, when it is completed next summer, will be infinitely preferable to that which prevails today.

§The Earl of Perth: My Lords, in these days it is possible to move trees of a great size. Indeed, it has been done in the past. Will the people who have contemplated the cutting down consider whether it would be possible to move one or two of the Catalpa trees to another place and so continue their existence, recognising that it may not succeed but would be worth while?

§The Chairman of Committees: My Lords, I am sure that the noble Earl is a far greater expert on Catalpa trees than I am. But it is my understanding that in London their life is very rarely beyond 50 years. To the best of our knowledge, these trees were planted at the time that the dreadful contraption was built in Black Rod's garden to conceal the boiler house beneath it which serves the whole of the Palace of Westminster. The trees were planted to obscure it. If it is true that the trees have a life of only 50 years, they will not be with us for a great deal longer because that construction was put up about 40 years ago.

§Lord Kilbracken: My Lords, the Catalpa trees in New Palace Yard must be considerably more than 50 years old. Is the noble Lord aware that they are in considerable need of attention and loving care? Will he see that that is provided?

§The Chairman of Committees: Alas, my Lords, I have no responsibility for what takes place in New Palace Yard. I shall certainly convey the noble Lord's views to the other end of the Palace of Westminster. But I have a nasty feeling that the trees may be coming to the end of their useful life. Alas, they do not live for so long as, fortunately, do so many of your Lordships.

§Lord Skelmersdale: My Lords, the whole House will grieve that those four Catalpa trees must be cut down. I am concerned about their replacement. Does the noble Lord agree that in such a historic setting we would be far better advised to consider British trees rather than exotics such as Magnolia and Prunus which the noble Lord mentioned?

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10 December 1973

Mr. Eyre

New Palace Yard has been an open courtyard as long as records go back. It was at one time twice as large as we see it today, and its wide expanse set off the great north end of Westminster Hall and was relieved only by an elaborate well head or fountain. The Royal Fine Art Commission holds the view that although New Palace Yard is smaller today than it was in times past, it is important to retain its noble scale and simplicity and that a yard with a common sloping surface consisting of setts, with its simplicity relieved by the catalpa trees, which we all regard with affection, would be an appropriate solution.

Mr. Cormack

There were some alarming reports about a year ago that the catalpa trees were dying or were likely to be killed off as a result of the excavations. Can my hon. Friend reassure the House on this point?

Mr. Eyre

I think the catalpa trees have a limited life. The trees we have at present are 80 or 90 years old. It is likely that they will come to the end of their life in 10 to 15 years' time.

Mr. Cormack

They have not been affected by the excavations?

Mr. Eyre

No, they have not been damaged or interfered with. I am sure that hon. Members will require us at a later stage to take every care to replace the catalpa trees. I shall refer to that subject a little later.

Mr. Mackie

I have it on good authority that these catalpa trees require a lot of moisture and that this is the reason why they might be dying. Would it not be possible to see that they obtain artificial moisture?