You will probably notice a prominent "Jesus-like" head in this picture in-between the two people. Look a bit closer though... is that a small child with a hat sitting on the lap of the man on the left? It might help to put your hand over the flowing hair to screen it off. It's amazing how the brain loves to find patterns where there (sometimes) aren't any.
Very sickly sweet, but it has something... A-ha meets Moby?
Are we human or are we dancer? (and must they be mutually exclusive?)
Lyrics: (slightly ungrammatical, oh well..)
I did my best to notice When the call came down the line Up to the platform of surrender I was brought but I was kind And sometimes I get nervous When I see an open door Close your eyes Clear your heart... Cut the cord
Are we human? Or are we dancer? My sign is vital My hands are cold And I'm on my knees Looking for the answer Are we human? Or are we dancer?
Pay my respects to grace and virtue Send my condolences to good Give my regards to soul and romance, They always did the best they could And so long to devotion You taught me everything I know Wave goodbye Wish me well.. You've got to let me go
Are we human? Or are we dancer? My sign is vital My hands are cold And I'm on my knees Looking for the answer Are we human? Or are we dancer?
Will your system be alright When you dream of home tonight? There is no message we're receiving Let me know is your heart still beating
Are we human? Or are we dancer? My sign is vital My hands are cold And I'm on my knees Looking for the answer
You've got to let me know
Are we human? Or are we dancer? My sign is vital My hands are cold And I'm on my knees Looking for the answer Are we human Or are we dancer?
Must be because it takes me back to my London days. This one is one of the best sing-along tunes there is...
Lyrics:
In the deserts of Sudan and the gardens of Japan From Milan to Yucatan, ev'ry woman, ev'ry man
Hit me your rhythm stick, hit me, hit me Je t'adore, ich liebe dich, hit me, hit me, hit me Hit me with your rhythm stick Hit me slowly, hit me quick Hit me, hit me, hit me
In the wilds of Borneo and the vineyards of Bordeaux Eskimo, Arapaho, move their body to and fro
Hit me with your rhythm stick, hit me, hit me Das ist gut, c'est fantastique, hit me, hit me, hit me Hit me with your rhythm stick It's nice to be a lunatic Hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me, hit me, hit
In the dock of Tiger Bay, on the road to Mandalay From Bombay to Santa Fé, o'er the hills and far away
Hit me with your rhythm stick, hit me, hit me C'est si bon, mm? Ist es nicht? Hit me, hit me, hit me Hit me with your rhythm stick Two fat persons, click, click, click Hit me, hit me, hit me Hit me, hit me, hit me - hit me, hit me ....
So I have been hatching an idea, for a while now, to have a web site that allows people who are close to death to post some last thoughts. I think that would be fascinating - what have they learned? what is truly important? what do they wish they had done differently? Any advice they might have? And so on. Sort of the ultimate exit interview, except they would get to set the agenda.
There's only one problem - I just don't have the motivation and time to actually get the project done.
So, instead, I thought, how about I create a blog post and then dying people can post their thoughts as comments?
This is that blog post.
I don't know if there are very many people who read this blog (I guess not very many) and it's not advertised, but you never know, maybe word of mouth will be enough to get a few comments. And if not, oh well, all I wasted is a few minutes of my time to create this post.
The comment section is open. I will be moderating though due to the spam that I get otherwise but I approve of comments quickly (couple of hours or less) most of the time if the comment was posted during the day.
For the nerds out there! Some good advice from Tim Bray, director of web technologies at Sun, on handling the downturn that is coming. He's clearly Canadian based on his accent :) and that makes listening even more enjoyable, eh?
