3 Approved Kids Cartoons

  • Charlie & Lola
  • Backyardigans
  • Oswald

Charlie & Lola is delightful, imaginative fun. The affection of Charlie toward his sister is unlike anything else on TV. The Backyardigans feature the best music of any kids show I’ve ever heard. Oswald is a bizarrely entertaining show. Personally I think it’s funny, but then again I think the fact that his dog is a hot dog isn’t grotesque.

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The Koran: The Imrans 3:27

“Thou bringest forth the living from the dead and Thou bringest forth the dead from the living,”

That last part isn’t so special. I could do that.

Sci-Fi Fans Top 10

Top 10 Books

1. 1984 by George Orwell
2. The War of the Worlds by H.G. Wells
3. Dune by Frank Herbert
4. The Time Machine by H.G. Wells
5. I, Robot by Isaac Asimov   
6. The Stand by Stephen King      
7. Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury   
8. 2001: A Space Odyssey by Arthur C. Clarke
9. Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
10. The Andromeda Strain by Michael Crichton

Top 10 TV shows

1. Firefly
2. Battlestar Galactica
3. The X-Files
4. Heroes
5. Stargate: SG-1
6. Doctor Who
7. Star Trek: The Next Generation
8. Babylon 5
9. Star Trek
10. Buffy the Vampire Slayer

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The Wasteland Rewritten : The Wilderness

Once as a writing exercise I rewrote the first section of T.S. Eliot’s The Wasteland, following his rhythms, structure, and even his method of composition. To read Eliot’s poem with the notes go here, otherwise his text is below and my rewrite follows.


April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
And when we were children, staying at the archduke’s,
My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
Frisch weht der Wind
Der Heimat zu
Mein Irisch Kind,
Wo weilest du?
“You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
“They called me the hyacinth girl.”
––Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Oed’ und leer das Meer.

Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,
Had a bad cold, nevertheless
Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,
With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)
Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,
The lady of situations.
Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find
The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.
I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.
Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,
Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:
One must be so careful these days.

Unreal City,
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying “Stetson!
“You who were with me in the ships at Mylae!
“That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
“Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
“Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
“Oh keep the Dog far hence, that’s friend to men,
“Or with his nails he’ll dig it up again!
“You! hypocrite lecteur! – mon semblable, – mon frere!”
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Oscars : Worst Picture from 2000-2007

From the nominees, the worst picture:

Nominations: Chocolat, Crouching Tiger, Erin Brockovich, Hidden Dragon, Gladiator*, Traffic
Worst: Chocolat

Nominations: A Beautiful Mind*, In the Bedroom, Gosford Park, The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Rings, Moulin Rouge!
Worst: TLotR:TFotR

Nominations: Chicago*, Gangs of New York, The Hours, The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, The Pianist
Worst: TLotR:TTT

Nominations: The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King*, Lost in Translation, Master and Commander, Mystic River, Seabiscuit
Worst: TLotR:TRotK

Nominations: The Aviator, Finding Neverland, Million Dollar Baby*, Ray, Sideways
Worst: Ray

Nominations: Brokeback Mountain, Capote, Crash*, Good Night and Good Luck, Munich
Worst: Crash

Nominations: Babel, The Departed*, Letters to Iwo Jima, Little Miss Sunshine, The Queen
Worst: Babel

Nominations: Atonement, Juno, Michael Clayton, No Country for Old Men*, There Will Be Blood,
Worst: Atonement

Winners with *

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