David Gray's new CD is coming out September 13. If you want to listen to an hour and a half long concert of his where he plays a ton of his new stuff, click here. I'm excited. I love David Gray. He makes me happy.

Not too long ago the American Film Institute made a list of the 100 most memorable movie quotes of all time. The other day I was reading the National Post at work, and I found a hilarious article about the list, where they took the top 7 of those 100 and translated them into Japanese, and then back into English (courtesy of the internet). I thought it was pretty funny, especially since I was just talking about breakdown in communication only a few days ago. Geez!

The originals (for the full list, go here):

1. "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn." Gone With the Wind, 1939
2. "
I'm going to make him an offer he can't refuse." The Godfather, 1972
3. "You don't understand! I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I could've been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am." On The Waterfront, 1954
4. "
Toto, I've got a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore." The Wizard of Oz, 1939
5. "
Here's looking at you, kid." Casablanca, 1942
6. "
Go ahead, make my day." Sudden Impact, 1983
7. "
All right, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up." Sunset BLVD., 1950

Here they are, as translated back and forth from English to Japanese to English again, by the National Post:

1. "Candidly, my valuable, I do not give denunciation." Going With Wind, 1939
2. "As for me you intend to do the offer which he cannot refuse in him." The Teaching Father, 1972
3. "You do not understand! There was a class in I coulda. I coulda which is the competitor. I am something where I am, perhaps in place being trivial who, was." With Shore Zone, 1954
4. "Toto, I already have the feeling which is not in Kansas with us." Magical Errand of Oz Sees the Child, 1939
5. "Here." Casablanca, 1942
6. "My day which is made goes to forward." Abrupt Influence, 1983
7. "All rights, DeMille, as for me preparation of my end does." Sunset Boulevard, 1950


Ou! Ou! I'm so excited -- Death Cab for Cutie has a new single on their site, Soul Meets Body, from their upcoming CD (August 30). Yes, gentle folk -- it's good times on the internet. Let the lords and the serfs rejoice alike.

...no time to chit chat though. I gotta get to work (speaking of serfs...).

Do you ever feel like your life is one big circle? Like life is on repeat -- you deal with the same situations over and over, the same problems and issues and lessons on an almost predictable basis?

Last night I went for a walk and it sort of hit me that this summer has been almost a repeat of the last ten years of my life. As if I've had to deal with things all over again, some of them for the fourth or fifth time? And I'm wondering why. And I'm thinking, "God, didn't I learn from the other times? What else are you trying to teach me?" And I suppose maybe I didn't actually learn the first few times, or else I wouldn't be stuck dealing with them again.

I was listening to a band called Sigur Ros, and they are from {Author's Embarrassing Edit} Iceland {/end Embarrassment}. It's very mellow music, and when they do sing, it's in {Author's Second Embarrassing Edit} Icelandic {/end Embarrassment}. And I was thinking about back in school when I would sit at lunch and listen to a couple of my Korean friends talk to each other in Korean, and how much I used to like it. I don't even know why, really. It was just somehow funny and interesting and fascinating all at the same time. Every once and awhile they'd both look at me and laugh and then go back to talking (at what seemed a mile a minute).

But the thing about language is that it's meaningful. What seems like absolute gibberish to me is actually, in reality, full of understanding, purpose, ideas, thoughts, reason. And yet because I don't understand it I think it's just noise, it's just chaos.

I think God speaks a different language. I think He speaks differently than everyone. I think part of being a Christian is learning to understand that language, being able to converse with God without the barrier of noisy misunderstanding (on our part, of course -- not God's).

I think it gives me some comfort to know that even when I have no idea what God is saying -- when all I hear is chaotic chatter -- I know He's not talking gibberish. I know His words are full of meaning and understanding and reasoning. I know that the communication breaks down on my end, not His.

I guess all I mean is that I need to stop worrying about the lack of understanding and get back to the trusting area. Where I can trust that He's speaking intelligibly, that He knows what's up, that He hasn't just left me in some alien country to hack it on my own.

After I walked a ways, I was sitting on a bench listening to my music, and thinking about all this, and then the song ended and I got up to leave. I sort of turned back because I thought I saw something move. I waited for a second and then the light caught on something and I saw it move again -- and it was a skunk. Not 3 feet from where I was sitting. And I laughed (after I picked up my pace), because who knows what would have happened had I sat for a few minutes longer, and the skunk had gotten closer, and I had startled it. I wonder if life is full of skunks and if we don't move we're gonna get sprayed. And I wonder if God's language might even be in the form of a song coming to an end. Maybe I need to be prepared to hear Him in the most unexpected ways. Maybe that's His language.

the sounds of music

the reading rainbow

  • A Generous Orthodoxy
    Brian McLaren
  • Brave New World
    Aldous Huxley
  • Catcher In the Rye
    J.D. Salinger
  • Smoke & Mirrors
    Neil Gaiman

motion pictures

people i spy on

internet tourism

recent gibberish

ancient history