Disregard me and my cars

Hill started talking about cars in class today. Being a car guy I LOOOOVED this. So when he asked for a car that was beautiful but efficient I had to say the Audi R8.

But he also asked for cars that werent quite as beautiful, so my mind came up with a few.

First up is the Peugeot LMP, with narration by Jeremy Clarkson later in the video.

http://youtu.be/sWSpCIgB0_U

And the other odd car, the Gumpert Apollo S. A gull wing car is odd enough (Except if it's a Mercedes SLS, that car is BEAUTIFUL)

http://youtu.be/YTKwQiUI9r0

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Note #5

The Lie

By Don Paterson b. 1963 Don Paterson

As was my custom, I’d risen a full hour
before the house had woken to make sure

that everything was in order with The Lie,

his drip changed and his shackles all secure.

I was by then so practiced in this chore

I’d counted maybe thirteen years or more

since last I’d felt the urge to meet his eye.

Such, I liked to think, was our rapport.

I was at full stretch to test some ligature

when I must have caught a ragged thread, and tore

his gag away; though as he made no cry,

I kept on with my checking as before.

it was a child’s voice. I looked up from the floor.
The dark had turned his eyes to milk and sky
and his arms and legs were all one scarlet sore.

He was a boy of maybe three or four.
His straps and chains were all the things he wore.
Knowing I could make him no reply

and put it back as tight as it would tie
and locked the door and locked the door and locked the door

We all have those lies that haunt us, for if their guise shall fail we will suffer not only those concequences, but of those actions that casued us to lie. "I'd countd maybe thirteen years or more since I'd last felt the urge to meet his eye. Such, I liked to think, was our rapport." Showing time since the man had even gained enough courage to aknowledge what he has done, thirteen years since he has simply maintained his lie without reflecting upon it. "The dark had turned his eyes to milk and sky and his arms were all one scarlet sore." Has one turned blind to what they have done and began to believe their own lie? Forgetting what he had even began to cover up, or has is simply had a blind eye turned onto it, left to die to fading memory. "He was a boy of maybe three or four." The Lie is bound as a child, forced into the dark for none to know of, to be the one forgotten.

Note #4

Promises Are for Liars

By James Galvin b. 1951 James Galvin

Because, you know,

Either you're going

To do it or

You're not.

Slight as light

Reflected from the stream

Onto the wavering

Willow leaves,

Eternal love

Doesn't need

Eternity, see?

A cyclone of sand-

Hill cranes

Rises from the corn

Slathering the

Ephemeral work.

Let's don't worry.

Let's don't ask.

Our institutions

Are standing by.

But I keep thinking

How easy it is

To get lost in the sky

With nothing holy

To defend.

The poem seems to echo to me throughout each day since I've read it. Even the title seems to poke at me, considering how hihgly I value promises to friends and those close to me. "Either you're going to do it or you're not", isn't that how all promises are? A black and white decision of yes or no? You say the word promise as a sing of it will be done, not lie for some one elses comfort. "Eternal love doesn't need eternity, see?" I cant help but feel rattled at this. Everyone views love as something that will never fade, never lose it's sight of that one person. But eternal love is not there, the one you love will die, and there you are, to stand alone. "But I keep thinking  How easy it is To get lost in the sky With nothing holy To defend". I saw myself in this, I often stand outside my home, gazing into the sky as I think, it's a time where I can cast my phone aside and look into my life for a retrospective, I think of my actons, my lies to others, and all the possible scenarios of what could have happened had I not told that white lie. I think for hours at a time about all my lies. Standing here, beside myself.

Those of water may live freely (Reading)

I continue my reading of Memoirs of a Geisha the main character, Chiyo, she is currently called, has just been taken under the wing of another Geisha, Mameha, who belongs to another Okiya in the Gion district of Kyoto. Mameha is described to be one of the most beautiful women in all of Japan for the time, and the only thing that can even compare to her is another Geisha named Hatsumomo, who lives in the same Okiya as Chiyo. It is clear to Chiyo that the only reason Mameha has taken her as a "little sister" is to have revenge upon Hatsumomo, who viciously drove out Mameha's best friend many years ago. A recurring point throughout the story is that Chiyo's personality is "Full of water" in contrast to "Made of wood." While wooden personality is sturdy and focused, those of water find freedom to be most refreshing and can adapt to new challenges easily "Water will bend and curve around large objects, Chiyo. You can flow freely over what others cannot". Chiyo holds another unique aspect bound to those of water, her eyes. While most people in Japan commonly have brown or dark colored eyes Chiyo has light, blue gray eyes, and this is the feature most commonly pointed out to her by someone she has just met or when she is being inspected for qualities of a geisha.

I'll continue with the book despite its horrendously slow pace, I'm nearly half way through and Chiyo is still only a teenager, with no information of how she came to be in New York and her befriending of Jakob.