Hace mucho anos desde escribí algo aqui, todavia no estoy seguro si puedo hacerlo aunque voy a tratarlo, ha sido un largo tiempo. Si, esta claro que he cambiado mi estilo de escribir, en primer lugar he mejorado mi habilidades en espanol por matriculandome otra vez en los clases del idioma, es decir que tengo planes a cambiar mi carrera. Estoy harto de hacer las investigaciones de mercado, aunque creo que mi jefe me dijo que estoy bien, pues, vale.
A decir verdad, no se lo que a decirle en este blog, solia escribir mi vida cotidiana antes, pero en ingles. Ademas, estoy un poco mas viejo y tengo ideas distintas que los años pasados. Hoy en dia, la vida es mas duro, haya desafios dificiles y asuntos complejos en los que tengo que superar, no creo que quiero compartirlos aqui, al menos no ahora mismo, quizas en el futuro, si estare comodo hablando se trata del tema.
I never thought I'd hear a countertenor with a pleasing timbre, but I'll be damned. Philippe Jaroussky's and Andreas Scholl's falsetto voices still strike me as weird.
Here's the sensational David DQ Lee singing Caccini's Ave Maria, and the voice will leave you breathless and gasping for more, you would not care that he's doing this in falsetto.
Poulenc's mesmerizing Le Chemins de l'Amour, piano version.
Les chemins qui vont à la mer Ont gardé de notre passage Des fleurs, des feuilles et l'écho sous leurs arbres De nos deux rires clairs.
Hélas, des jours de bonheur, Radieuses joies envolées, Je vais sans retrouver traces dans mon coeur.
Chemins de mon amour, Je vous cherche toujours. Chemins perdus vous n'êtes plus Et vos échos sont sourds. Chemins du désespoir, Chemins du souvenir, Chemins du premier jour, Divins chemins d'amour.
Si je dois l'oublier un jour, La vie effaçant toute chose, Je veux dans mon coeur qu'un souvenir Repose plus fort que l'autre amour.
Le souvenir du chemin, Où tremblante et toute éperdue, Un jour j'ai senti sur moi brûler tes mains
Chemins de mon amour, Je vous cherche toujours. Chemins perdus, Vous n'êtes plus Et vos échos sont sourds. Chemins du désespoir, Chemins du souvenir Chemins du premier jour, Divins chemins d'amour.
The magnificent and overwhelming Act III opening, the famous Ride of the Valkyries, from Richard Wagner's "Die Walküre", the second part of his Ring des Nibelungen trilogy.
This is a 1976 Bayreuth production conducted by Pierre Boulez.
The QC RTC judge who inhibited himself from hearing the case against Ampatuan Jr for the sake of his family's safety gets a lot of flak for not taking on what is considered to be a "risk of the trade," that is, as a judge people do expect him to eat death threats for breakfast. So when he dispenses his decision in his other cases, is it out of true and objective appreciation of the facts of the case, or out of fear, his critics ask.
Let's not go overboard. He wasn't, isn't and will not be the last judge to inhibit on a case of this magnitude. Remember, none of the Cotabato RTC judges were available to try the case when it clearly falls under their jurisdiction. To begin with, they weren't too keen on taking on the case for fear of their lives, really. After all, it is not everyday that you get to try true evil, -in its most vicious form- personified.
So it doesn't necessarily follow that this response from him is enough reason for us to cast aspersion on his integrity or doubt his capacity as a judge. This is an extraordinary case, which may soon be in the running for the Crime of the Century. Trying somebody who kills 57 people without compunction isn't exactly SOP even for experienced judges. This was supposed to be his finest case should he rise to the occassion, his moment. But he's not interested in becoming a hero of some sort. All he wants is for him and his family to sleep soundly at night.
(I get a lot of Japanese spam comments for this 1st Nov09 entry so I'm re-posting this with a slightly different title)
While watching Project Runway Philippines Season Two (2), I noticed that the judges like to agree with and refrain from contradicting each other. Whoever gets to say first usually has the upper-hand, while the rest simply fall in line. Clearly, Rajo Laurel calls the shots, Apples Aberin and that female host never once had a different opinion with Rajo. They would not dare.
Fashion is supposed to be highly subjective, and it should be shaped by different, even opposing opinions and perspectives. To his credit, Rajo can give a credible opinion because he's the only one familiar with the craft of dress-making while the others simply rely on their supposedly heightened sense of high fashion, kasi nga models daw siladati. Aberin and that lady host couldn't sew even if their lives depended on it, so they make gaya-gaya statements without appearing clueless --they recycle Rajo's comments and project themselves as if they know what they're talking about. Tragic, really.
The beautiful Love Duet from Gounod's Faust: "...Il se fait tard..." This is the same scene shown in Martin Scorsese's faithful movie adaption of a favorite novel of mine, Edith Wharton's The Age of Innocence. Performed splendidly by real-life couple Roberto Alagna and Angela Gheorghiu.
