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yitwail
 
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Reply Mon 1 Aug, 2005 10:28 am
i'm glad to be back in cyberspace, but i'm sure i missed WA2K more than it missed me.

for the benefit of listeners, yitwail is White Whale, spelled semi-phonetically. i say a bit more about this in my blog, if anyone has more time on their hands than a2k alone can consume. ;-)

the celeb i hand in mind was F. Scott Key--namesake of F. Scott Fitzgerald.
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Francis
 
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Reply Mon 1 Aug, 2005 10:43 am
Letty wrote:
Francis, my goodness. Tell us about how you met Charpak. That would be interesting indeed.


Not sure it's interesting. Our minister of Industry at the time invited me and some other colleagues, as members of a socio-professional organisation to meet with scientifics in order to find best ways the public research interact with industry.
There was a lot of scientifics there (we were at the Paris School of Physics) and amongst them, Georges Charpak. We had a drink and exchanged a few words...
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yitwail
 
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Reply Mon 1 Aug, 2005 11:46 am
i was just listening to a rather irreverent, if not droll, take on Moby Dick:

Bob Dylan's 115th Dream

I was riding on the Mayflower
When I thought I spied some land
I yelled for Captain Arab
I have yuh understand
Who came running to the deck
Said, "Boys, forget the whale
Look on over yonder
Cut the engines
Change the sail
Haul on the bowline"
We sang that melody
Like all tough sailors do
When they are far away at sea

"I think I'll call it America"
I said as we hit land
I took a deep breath
I fell down, I could not stand
Captain Arab he started
Writing up some deeds
He said, "Let's set up a fort
And start buying the place with beads"
Just then this cop comes down the street
Crazy as a loon
He throw us all in jail
For carryin' harpoons

Ah me I busted out
Don't even ask me how
I went to get some help
I walked by a Guernsey cow
Who directed me down
To the Bowery slums
Where people carried signs around
Saying, "Ban the bums"
I jumped right into line
Sayin', "I hope that I'm not late"
When I realized I hadn't eaten
For five days straight

I went into a restaurant
Lookin' for the cook
I told them I was the editor
Of a famous etiquette book
The waitress he was handsome
He wore a powder blue cape
I ordered some suzette, I said
"Could you please make that crepe"
Just then the whole kitchen exploded
From boilin' fat
Food was flying everywhere
And I left without my hat

Now, I didn't mean to be nosy
But I went into a bank
To get some bail for Arab
And all the boys back in the tank
They asked me for some collateral
And I pulled down my pants
They threw me in the alley
When up comes this girl from France
Who invited me to her house
I went, but she had a friend
Who knocked me out
And robbed my boots
And I was on the street again

Well, I rapped upon a house
With the U.S. flag upon display
I said, "Could you help me out
I got some friends down the way"
The man says, "Get out of here
I'll tear you limb from limb"
I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too"
He said, "You're not Him
Get out of here before I break your bones
I ain't your pop"
I decided to have him arrested
And I went looking for a cop

I ran right outside
And I hopped inside a cab
I went out the other door
This Englishman said, "Fab"
As he saw me leap a hot dog stand
And a chariot that stood
Parked across from a building
Advertising brotherhood
I ran right through the front door
Like a hobo sailor does
But it was just a funeral parlor
And the man asked me who I was

I repeated that my friends
Were all in jail, with a sigh
He gave me his card
He said, "Call me if they die"
I shook his hand and said goodbye
Ran out to the street
When a bowling ball came down the road
And knocked me off my feet
A pay phone was ringing
It just about blew my mind
When I picked it up and said hello
This foot came through the line

Well, by this time I was fed up
At tryin' to make a stab
At bringin' back any help
For my friends and Captain Arab
I decided to flip a coin
Like either heads or tails
Would let me know if I should go
Back to ship or back to jail
So I hocked my sailor suit
And I got a coin to flip
It came up tails
It rhymed with sails
So I made it back to the ship

Well, I got back and took
The parkin' ticket off the mast
I was ripping it to shreds
When this coastguard boat went past
They asked me my name
And I said, "Captain Kidd"
They believed me but
They wanted to know
What exactly that I did
I said for the Pope of Eruke
I was employed
They let me go right away
They were very paranoid

Well, the last I heard of Arab
He was stuck on a whale
That was married to the deputy
Sheriff of the jail
But the funniest thing was
When I was leavin' the bay
I saw three ships a-sailin'
They were all heading my way
I asked the captain what his name was
And how come he didn't drive a truck
He said his name was Columbus
I just said, "Good luck."
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Ray
 
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Reply Mon 1 Aug, 2005 11:48 am
Letty, I think we should do a weekly radio show. That'd be swell.
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 1 Aug, 2005 12:56 pm
First, let me say this, listeners. Everyone here has something fascinating to share, and our radio was designed and licensed for the explicit purpose of learning about other countries and having other countries learn about us.

Francis, you see we find your item quite intriguing and the purpose behind it even more so. When I found out that my oldest sister went to school with John Forbes Nash, I couldn't get her to tell me enough.

Yitwail, your blog is marvelous and unique, because I nor any here, knew the significance of "yitwail". I do wonder if there is anything that Dylan has not written. Great song and really tied in the entire discovery process. Thanks, buddy, and excuse my denseness about the two Scotts. Those lost generation folks weren't really lost, were they.

Ray, I'm not certain what you mean by weekly, but perhaps you will bring the suggestion before our managers. <smile>
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 1 Aug, 2005 02:27 pm
I was just running through boomerang's thread on childhood demons, and I read every single response. After having done so, listeners, I found a funny observation about philosophy:

Ah, what is man?
Wherefore does he why?
Whence did he whence?
Whither is he withering?

Emmanuel Kant but Genghis Khan.

And physics:


A radioactive cat has eighteen half-lives.

A rolling stone gathers momentum.

Absolute zero is cool.

All science is either physics or stamp collecting.
Ernest Rutherford (1871-1937)

Chemistry is physics without thought; mathematics is physics without purpose.

God does not play dice with the cosmos.
Albert Einstein (1879-1955)

God runs electromagnetics by wave theory on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and the Devil runs them by quantum theory on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday.
Sir Lawrence Bragg (1890-1971)

Every body continues in its state of rest or uniform motion in a straight line, except insofar as it doesn't.
Sir Arthur Eddington (1882-1944)

Quarks are the dreams that stuff is made of.

Schrödinger rules the waves.

We live in a Newtonian world of Einsteinian physics ruled by Frankensteinian logic.

What makes the universe so hard to comprehend is that there's nothing to compare it with.

Don't you love it folks?

And a quick analysis of women through someone other than Freud:

Chuck Berry - Ain't That Just Like A Woman Lyrics

There was Adam, happy as a man could be
Till Eve got him messin' with that old apple tree

Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
They'll do it every time

Lot took his wife down to the corner for a malted
She wouldn't mind her business, boy, did she get salted

Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
They'll do it every time
Samson thought Delilah was on the square
Till one night she clipped him all his hair

Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
They'll do it every time

From our history books we all learned
Nero fiddled while Rome was burned

Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
They'll do it every time

Marie Antoinette met some hungry cats at the gate
They was crying for bread, she said, "Let them eat cake"

Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
They'll do it every time

You can buy a woman clothes
And give her money on the side
No matter what you do
She ain't never satisfied
Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
They'll do it every time.
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yitwail
 
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Reply Mon 1 Aug, 2005 02:40 pm
Letty, there's also Niels Bohr's riposte to Einstein: " stop telling God what to do with his dice." ;-)
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 1 Aug, 2005 03:55 pm
Love it, yit. Someone has a signature that is funny:
Nietzsche: God is dead.
God: Nietzsche is dead

I think most of here know boomerang, listeners. She was concerned with the observation that some children were born bad. I don't have a clue other than what psychologists and shrinks have labeled behavior in post hoc reasoning.

As far as science goes, I still believe that we are a part of our own setting event, but I have learned so much from the reps of other countries here, that I am amazed at myself.

Hey, let's hear some mucic as we continue with a delightful song from Kismet.


Baubles, Bangles And Beads
Peggy Lee

Baubles, bangles,
Hear how they jing , jing-a-ling-a,
Baubles, bangles,
Bright, shiny beads.
Sparkles, spangles,
My heart will sing, sing-a-ling-a,
Wearing baubles, bangles and beads.
I'll glitter and gleam so,
Make somebody dream so,
That someday he may buy me,
A ring, ring-aling-a,
I've heard that's where it leads,
Wearing baubles and bangles and beads.
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 1 Aug, 2005 04:06 pm
Mucic? My, my, folks. I think that I just coined a new word.
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Mon 1 Aug, 2005 06:06 pm
A Change Is Gonna Come
Sam Cooke
(S. Cooke)

I was born by the river
In a little tent
And just like the river
I've been running ever since

It's been a long, long time coming
But I know a change gonna come
Oh, yes it is

It's been too hard living
But I'm afraid to die
I don't know what's up there beyond the sky

It's been a long, long time coming
But I know a change gonna come
Oh yes it will

Then I go to my brother
I say brother help me please
But he winds up knocking me
Back down on my knees

There's been times that I thought
I wouldn't last for long
But now I think I'm able to carry on
It's been a long, long time coming
But I know a change is gonna come
Oh, yes it will
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Mon 1 Aug, 2005 06:20 pm
This is a bit of prophetic music by Sam. He didn't live much longer. I notice that sometimes persons will express themselves at such a time in ways that make us think beyond their songs (or statements). When Chuck Willis died, three songs realeased on singles were his What am I Living For?, Hang up My Rock N Roll Shoes, and My Life.
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 1 Aug, 2005 06:20 pm
Always the river, isn't it edgar. When you talk about change, I think of this song:

You've Changed
Ella Fitzgerald, Billie Holiday

I've an awfully feeling
That this thought that's been a stealin through my brain
Is not to be ignored
But to really tell the truth
Though I'm not a well known sleuth
I honestly believe that you are bored

You've changed
That sparkle in your eyes is gone
Your smile is just a careless yawn
You're breaking my heart
You've changed
You've changed
Your kisses now are so blase
You're bored with me in every way
I can't understand
You've changed
You've forgotten the words, "I love you"
Each memory that we've shared
You ignore every star above you
I can't realise you've ever cared
You've changed

You're not the angel I once knew
No need to tell me what we're through
It's all over now
You've changed

Well, folks. It's that time of night again. How lovely is the evening when the bells are sweetly singing....
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 1 Aug, 2005 06:38 pm
Yes, edgar. I think artists have a sense of things, and that is why so many are prolific.

Do you know, listeners, that at one time I was afraid to finish my oil painting? I think I read too much O Henry.

Are we on an unrequited requiem tonight? Nah! Let's do some funky stuff:

Shangri La Lyrics
Artist: A-Teens
Album: New Arrival


We've got it going on I can't tell right from wrong you can say that when we kiss we got lips yeah

I know its getting late but with a twist of fate my clock stops when im with you

BRIDGE:
Though time is ticking way to fast we can make this moment last I don't want the night to end

CHORUS:
I can take you to my hide away my shangri la
my shangri la
you and I will see the break of day
in shangri la
in shangri la






Come on lets roll the dice the look upon your eyes say's you're minds made up you don't have to think twice

So whats it going to be will there be you and I
I wanna try to make you see.

BRIDGE:
Though time is ticking way to fast we can make this moment last I don't want the night to end

CHORUS:
I can take you to my hide away my shangri la
my shangri la
you and I will see the break of day
in shangri la
in shangri la

You really make my head spin
don't know were you and I begin
but its not like I care

CHORUS:
I can take you to my hide away my shangri la
my shangri la
you and I will spend the break of day in shangi la
in shangri la
I can take you to my hide away my shangri la
my shangri la
you and I will see the break of day
in shangri la
in shangri la
(laugh fading)
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dyslexia
 
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Reply Mon 1 Aug, 2005 06:41 pm
The river flows
It flows to the sea
Wherever that river goes
That's where I want to be
Flow river flow
Let your waters wash down
Take me from this road
To some other town

All he wanted
Was to be free
And that's the way
It turned out to be
Flow river flow
Let your waters wash down
Take me from this road
To some other town

Flow river flow
Past the shaded tree
Go river, go
Go to the sea
Flow to the sea

The river flows
It flows to the sea
Wherever that river goes
That's where I want to be
Flow river flow
Let your waters wash down
Take me from this road
To some other town
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 1 Aug, 2005 06:51 pm
Well, well. There's our dys on a raft and going with the flow. <smile>

Shall we go along with him, folks?

Song: River of No Return
Lyrics for Album: The Speed Of Grace
All aboard
The ship is waiting
All aboard, you know I've finally learned
That I don't need no farewell party
I'm just gonna let my bridges burn
Cause I'm going down the river of no return

Well, I let it go
Yeah, I cried myself an ocean
Now I'm gonna pack up my dreams and sail away
And my destination is none of your concern
Cause I'm going down the river of no return
I'm going down the river of no return

A misty grey morning covered for me
As I left you there sleeping
All tangled up in your dreams
And this morning I woke up
And I knew I was free
You may shed a teardrop
But, oh baby, it won't be for me

So all aboard
The ship is waiting
My ship has finally come in
And I don't need no farewell party
Just gonna watch those bridges burn
Down, down the river
All the way down the river of no return
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 1 Aug, 2005 07:13 pm
Well, listeners. I guess it's time for me to say goodnight.

Odd, that The Sixth Sense is on again tonight. Portentous, do you suppose?



Billy Joel

In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
From the mountains of faith
To the river so deep
I must be lookin' for something
Something sacred I lost
But the river is wide
And it's too hard to cross
even though I know the river is wide
I walk down every evening and stand on the shore
I try to cross to the opposite side
So I can finally find what I've been looking for
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the valley of fear
To a river so deep
I been searching for something
Taken out of my soul
Something I'd never lose
Something somebody stole
I don't know why I go walking at night
But now I'm tired and I don't want to walk anymore
I hope it doesn't take the rest of my life
Until I find what it is I've been looking for
(Two beat Pause)
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the jungle of doubt
To the river so deep
I know I'm searching for something
Something so undefined
That it can only be seen
By the eyes of the blind
In the middle of the night (break)

'M'not sure about a life after this
God knows I've never been a spiritual man
Baptized by the fire, I wade into the river
That is runnin' to the promised land (Long Four beat Pause)

In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the desert of the truth
To the river so deep
We all end in the ocean
We all start in the streams
We're all carried along
By the river of dreams
In the middle of the night
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Mon 1 Aug, 2005 07:26 pm
I didn't watch The Sixth Sense. Early on, they said, "Some people are dead and they don't know it." This just after something traumatic happened to the lead actor. It was such a slow start, and the coming revalation about his being dead such an anticlimax, I shut it off after wandering in and out of the room several times.
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Tue 2 Aug, 2005 04:03 am
Peter O'Toole
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Peter O'Toole (born August 2, 1932) is a famous Irish film actor.

He was born Peter Seamus O'Toole in County Galway, Ireland, and was raised in Leeds, England. He left school at an early age and became a journalist, working at the Yorkshire Evening News. But after National Service he attended the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art (1952-54) on a scholarship. He worked in theatre, gaining recognition as a Shakespearean actor at the Bristol Old Vic and with the English Stage Company, before making his television debut in 1954 and a very minor film debut in 1959. In 1958 he married actress Siân Phillips; they divorced in 1979.

O'Toole's major break came when he was chosen to play T.E. Lawrence in David Lean's Lawrence of Arabia (1962), after Albert Finney turned down the role. His performance introduced him to US audiences and earned him a nomination for the Academy Award for Best Actor.

Severe illness related to his heavy drinking almost ended his life in the late 1970s. In 1976 he underwent surgery to have parts of his stomach and intestines removed, and in the following year he contracted a deadly blood disorder. Gradually, O'Toole recovered and returned to work, although he found it harder to get in films, resulting in more work for television and occasional stage roles.

After Lawrence of Arabia, O'Toole received six more nominations for the Best Actor Oscar but never won the award. In 2003, the Academy bestowed upon him the Academy Honorary Award for his lifetime achievements in film. O'Toole initially balked about accepting and wrote the academy a letter saying he was "still in the game" and would like more time to "win the lovely bugger outright." In the end, O'Toole relented and agreed to appear at the ceremony and pick up his Oscar.

O'Toole also has the distinction of being the only actor ever nominated for Academy Awards for playing the same character in two different films; he played King Henry II in both 1964's Becket and 1968's The Lion in Winter. He is tied with Becket costar Richard Burton for most nominations for an acting Oscar (7) without winning.

In 1984, he was nominated for a Golden Raspberry Award as "Worst Actor" for his role in Supergirl.

In 2005 he took a rare television role as the older version of legendary 18th century Italian adventurer Giacomo Casanova in the BBC drama serial Casanova. O'Toole's role was mainly to frame the drama, telling the story of his life to serving maid Edith (Rose Byrne). The younger Casanova seen for most of the action was played by David Tennant, who had to wear contact lenses to match his brown eyes to O'Toole's blue.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_O%27Toole
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Tue 2 Aug, 2005 04:09 am
Myrna Loy
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.


Myrna Loy (August 2, 1905 - December 14, 1993) was a United States motion picture actress. Perhaps her most famous role was as Nora Charles in "The Thin Man" series of mapcap detective films and for her typecasting as a pert, perfect wife. Loy was known for her charm, grace and elegance.

Born Myrna Adele Williams in Raidersburg (near Helena, Montana), the daughter of a rancher, David Franklin Williams, and his wife, Della Mae. Her unusual first name came from a train station whose name her father admired. She moved to Los Angeles, California when she was twelve, after her father's death. At the age of fifteen she began appearing in local stage productions. Natacha Rambova, the wife of Rudolph Valentino, arranged a screen test for her which she failed, but she persevered, and in 1925 appeared in the movie What Price Beauty. Her silent film roles were mainly those of vampish exotic women and for a few years she struggled to overcome this stereotype with many producers and directors believing that while she was perfect as these femme fatales, she was capable of little more. During her nine year struggle to establish herself, she appeared in nearly 80 films.


Her breakthrough occurred in 1934 with two very successful films. The first was Manhattan Melodrama with Clark Gable and William Powell. Her performance in The Thin Man later the same year as William Powell's sophisticated, witty wife Nora made her a star. She and Powell proved to be a popular couple and appeared in 14 films together, the most prolific onscreen pairing in Hollywood history.

In 1936, she was voted "Queen of Hollywood" (in a contest which also voted Clark Gable "King") and was considered to epitomise the height of glamour and sophistication. During this period she was one of Hollywood's busiest and highest paid actresses. With the outbreak of World War II she all but abandoned her acting career to focus on the war effort and worked closely with the Red Cross. She was fiercely outspoken against Adolf Hitler and her name appeared on his "blacklist". She helped run a Naval Auxilary Canteen and toured frequently to raise funds.

She returned to films with The Best Years Of Our Lives in 1946 and played the wife of returning serviceman Fredric March. In later years Loy would recall this film as her proudest acting achievement. It also allowed Loy to make a film that demonstrated her social conscience. During her career she had championed the rights of black actors and characters to be depicted with dignity on film. In later life she assumed a more influential role as Co-Chairman of the "Advisory Council of the National Committee Against Discrimination in Housing". From 1949 until 1954 she also worked for UNESCO; she also was an active member of the United States Democratic Party. Her film career continued sporadically (in 1960 she appeared in Midnight Lace and From the Terrace, and was not in another until '69 in The April Fools) and she also returned to the stage making her Broadway debut in a 1973 revival of The Women. Her autobiography Myrna Loy: Being and Becoming was published in 1987.

She received a Lifetime Achievement Award from the Kennedy Center in 1986. Although she was never nominated for an Academy Award for any single performance, she received an Academy Honorary Award in 1991 "for her career achievement".

Loy was married four times. Her first husband was producer Arthur Hornblow Jr (1936-42); John Hertz Jr. of the rent-a-car family (1942-44); producer Gene Markey (1946-50), and UNESCO delegate Howland H. Sergeant (1951-1960). She had no children. "Some perfect wife I am", she said, referring to her typecasting. "I've been married four times, divorced four times, have no children, and can't boil an egg".

After surviving breast cancer and a double mastectomy, Myrna Loy died during cancer surgery in New York City and was cremated; her ashes are buried at Forestvale Cemetery, in Helena, Montana.

She has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 6685 Hollywood Blvd.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Myrna_Loy
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Tue 2 Aug, 2005 04:28 am
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