sunset, sunrise
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incandescensHave spent most of the day tired. Not quite sure why. I'd like to blame the weather, but I suspect the most likely culprit is being-the-first-day-back-after-a-long-weekend. I almost find myself wishing for more rainstorms.
Was sadly disappointed in Sunset Boulevard -- the Lloyd-Webber musical, not the film. Not that it was actively painful, but if I've got good music on in the background, I expect to look up at least a few times from whatever I'm doing to enjoy a particularly nice bit of it. As it was, I blinked barely once, and passed right over most of it. Eh. Ou sont les neiges d'antan, I want to know.
Boktai, on the other hand, was quite fun. (Obtained practically free via some trading-in at one of the local computer games shops, and please don't remind me that it can't have been free because I paid for the other stuff in the first place, it spoils the thrill.) It's unusual for a GBA game in that the "cart" protrudes out of the Gameboy in order to leave an area exposed to sunlight, and you need to build up a sunlight "charge" for the boss fights. Quite neat, really.
Printing off Whispering Vault pdfs as I type. How to give myself interesting dreams.
---
Eärendil was a mariner
[...]
The winds of wrath came driving him,
and blindly in the foam he fled
from west to east and errandless,
unheralded he homeward sped.
There flying Elwing came to him,
and flame was in the darkness lit;
more bright than light of diamond
the fire upon her carcanet.
The Silmaril she bound on him
and crowned him with the living light,
and dauntless then with burning brow
he turned his prow; and in the night
from otherworld beyond the Sea
there strong and free a storm arose,
a wind of power in Tarmenel;
by paths that seldom mortal goes
his boat it bore with biting breath
as might of death across the grey
and long-forsaken seas distressed:
from east to west he passed away.
Through Evernight he back was borne
on black and roaring waves that ran
o'er leagues unlit and foundered shores
that drowned before the Days began,
until he hears on strands of pearl
where ends the world the music long,
where ever-foaming billows roll
the yellow gold and jewels wan.
He saw the Mountain silent rise
where twilight lies upon the knees
of Valinor, and Eldamar
beheld afar beyond the seas.
A wanderer escaped from night
to haven white he came at last,
to Elvenhome the green and fair
where keen the air, where pale as glass
beneath the Hill of Ilmarin
a-glimmer in a valley sheer
the lamplit towers of Tirion
are mirrored on the Shadowmere.
[...]
-- JRR Tolkien
Was sadly disappointed in Sunset Boulevard -- the Lloyd-Webber musical, not the film. Not that it was actively painful, but if I've got good music on in the background, I expect to look up at least a few times from whatever I'm doing to enjoy a particularly nice bit of it. As it was, I blinked barely once, and passed right over most of it. Eh. Ou sont les neiges d'antan, I want to know.
Boktai, on the other hand, was quite fun. (Obtained practically free via some trading-in at one of the local computer games shops, and please don't remind me that it can't have been free because I paid for the other stuff in the first place, it spoils the thrill.) It's unusual for a GBA game in that the "cart" protrudes out of the Gameboy in order to leave an area exposed to sunlight, and you need to build up a sunlight "charge" for the boss fights. Quite neat, really.
Printing off Whispering Vault pdfs as I type. How to give myself interesting dreams.
---
Eärendil was a mariner
[...]
The winds of wrath came driving him,
and blindly in the foam he fled
from west to east and errandless,
unheralded he homeward sped.
There flying Elwing came to him,
and flame was in the darkness lit;
more bright than light of diamond
the fire upon her carcanet.
The Silmaril she bound on him
and crowned him with the living light,
and dauntless then with burning brow
he turned his prow; and in the night
from otherworld beyond the Sea
there strong and free a storm arose,
a wind of power in Tarmenel;
by paths that seldom mortal goes
his boat it bore with biting breath
as might of death across the grey
and long-forsaken seas distressed:
from east to west he passed away.
Through Evernight he back was borne
on black and roaring waves that ran
o'er leagues unlit and foundered shores
that drowned before the Days began,
until he hears on strands of pearl
where ends the world the music long,
where ever-foaming billows roll
the yellow gold and jewels wan.
He saw the Mountain silent rise
where twilight lies upon the knees
of Valinor, and Eldamar
beheld afar beyond the seas.
A wanderer escaped from night
to haven white he came at last,
to Elvenhome the green and fair
where keen the air, where pale as glass
beneath the Hill of Ilmarin
a-glimmer in a valley sheer
the lamplit towers of Tirion
are mirrored on the Shadowmere.
[...]
-- JRR Tolkien
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Date: 2004-09-01 05:50 am (UTC)Where is this phrase from? What does it mean?
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