Sunday, February 28, 2010


Giles Goat Boy, for some reason I cannot post at my own thread, for whatever reason.

I wish to point out that I have 2 blogs, and your post at Dr. Zhivago was in an inappropriate place. This weblog is my "fun" blog. My other blog is for more serious discussion such as yours.

The appropriate place can be found by clicking here. Hopefully you will transfer what you wrote there, for I have much to comment on what you said.

In the meantime, here is what I courteously say to Blogspot for not allowing me to comment on my own weblog:

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Dr. Zhivago

My wife and I once had the distinct pleasure of attending a dinner party hosted by Dr. Kumar Patel, inventor of the carbon dioxide laser, and his gracious wife. I don't normally like such functions, but they were the finest and most gracious host and hostess you can imagine. There was no talk of science, only life, and Mrs. Patel was quite skilled at keeping the conversation flowing. She happily discussed during the evening how much she and her husband loved the film, "Casablanca." My wife and I have the same feelings toward "Dr. Zhivago." I don't know what it is about the film, but whenever I'm channel surfing and this film is on, we stop and watch it right through the end. Anything else we were doing will have to wait.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

How Much are Those Bloody Decapitated Baby Dolls and Slabs of Raw Meat in the Window?


Their work speaks for itself:

Miss ya, Johnny

That last one by Lennon is important, because the song actually has an ending (all of 3 seconds) more than the official release had (it just fades out before the actual end), but is shown in that video.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Clapton AND Jeff Beck perform in NYC

Oh damn, I had no idea this concert happened. I'm into math and physics too much lately. I would have LOVED to have seen this concert. One review can be found here.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

18th Century France meets 21st Century New Jersey


Physics, philosophy intersect in ‘Legacy’

Diego Arciniegas (left), Sarah Newhouse, and Jonathan Popp in Karen Zacarias’s “Legacy of Light,’’ which is receiving its New England premiere at the Lyric Stage Company. (Lyric Stage Company)

By Terry Byrne Globe Correspondent / February 17, 2010 

Two time periods, two pregnancies, and the 18th-century French writer and philosopher Voltaire collide with Newton’s Laws of Motion in “Legacy of Light.’’

LEGACY OF LIGHT Play by Karen Zacarias

Directed by: Lois Roach. Set, Janie E. Howland. Lights, Scott Clyve. Costumes, Charles Schoonmaker. Sound, Arshan Gailus.
At: Lyric Stage Company, through March 13. Tickets: $25-$50. 617-585-5678,

Karen Zacarias’s thoughtful comedy, receiving its New England premiere at the Lyric Stage Company, reaches for a Stoppard-like synthesis of love-story-meets-science. Although that goal exceeds her grasp, the journey is still engaging.

“Legacy of Light’’ travels back and forth in time with two story lines that unexpectedly intersect. The play opens in France during the Age of Enlightenment, as we meet the real-life woman scientist and mathematician Èmilie du Châtelet (Sarah Newhouse) and her lovers, the young Saint-Lambert (Jonathan Popp) and the older Voltaire (Diego Arciniegas). When du Châtelet, at age 42, discovers she’s pregnant by Saint-Lambert, she fears childbirth will kill her and races to complete her research, translating and clarifying some of Newton’s theories and proposing her own about the properties of light.

Meanwhile, in contemporary New Jersey, astrophysicist Olivia (Susanne Nitter) and her schoolteacher husband, Peter (Allan Mayo Jr.), decide to hire a surrogate, Millie (Rosalie Norris), to have the baby they can’t conceive. But Olivia’s dedication to her other “child,’’ a planet she’s discovered in the process of formation, threatens to derail her ability to commit to a baby.

Zacarias explores the challenge confronting all three women as they struggle to understand their places in the world and their effort to do “something that matters.’’ They wrestle with balancing their intellectual and emotional lives, worry they can’t have it all, and weigh what they must sacrifice in one area to achieve something in another. But Zacarias’s characters veer into obviousness when they repeatedly refer to variations on Newton’s Laws of Motion as they contemplate the change caused by the arrival of a new baby, both in 18th-century France and 21st-century New Jersey.

The playwright sends the ghosts of du Châtelet and Voltaire into the 21st century just as Olivia is panicking about parenthood and Millie is about to deliver. This leap across time and space might strain credibility, but Zacarias has carefully planted clues to the characters’ connections and uses actors doubling up in roles effectively.

Much of the production’s success comes from Lois Roach’s sleek direction and the performances of Arciniegas, who brings an endearing and playful charm to the egocentric Voltaire, and Newhouse, who makes us ache for du Châtelet as she pragmatically manipulates her children’s future.

Before Voltaire and du Châtelet appear in the contemporary world, they spend a few minutes explaining themselves to the audience in a moment of self-reflection that gives them a complexity and nuance missing in their contemporary counterparts. Even costume designer Charles Schoonmaker reveals his partiality for the 18th-century characters, dressing the French in a fabulous collection of gowns, breeches, and jackets, while the 21st-century people appear fairly drab in comparison.

Set designer Janie E. Howland creates an airy, ethereal set with a doorway, a chaise, and an apple tree as the only anchors to reality, both in France and New Jersey, while lighting designer Scott Clyve projects a colorful combination of stars and galaxies as a backdrop to the action.

“Legacy of Light’’ offers a seminar’s worth of science and Enlightenment ideals, but Zacarias is most successful when her characters leave math and science behind and grapple with human emotions. Du Châtelet’s discoveries are fascinating, but the play’s payoff comes with the heartfelt understanding that “everything changes, but nothing is lost.’’

Blinded by the Light

Blinded By The Light
Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder feelin' kinda older I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing the calliope crashed to the ground
Some all-hot half-shot was headin' for the hot spot snappin' his fingers clappin' his hands
And some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover's knot with a whatnot in her hand
And now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand
And some bloodshot forget-me-not whispers daddy's within earshot save the buckshot turn up the band

And she was blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
She got down but she never got tired, she's gonna make it through the night

Some brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preacher from the east
He says: "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that's where they expect it least"
And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner all alone watchin' the young girls dance
And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his frozen zone to remind him of the feeling of romance

Yeah he was blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
He got down but she never got tired, he's gonna make it through the night

Some silicone sister with her manager's mister told me I got what it takes
She said I'll turn you on sonny, to something strong if you play that song with the funky break,
And go-cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to see if it was safe to go outside
And little Early-Pearly came in by her curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride,
Oh, some hazard from Harvard was skunked on beer playin' backyard bombardier
Yes and Scotland Yard was trying hard, they sent a dude with a calling card,
he said, do what you like, but don't do it here
Well I jumped up, turnedaround, spit in the air, fell on the ground
Asked him which was the way back home
He said take a right at the light, keep goin' straight until night, and then boy, you're on your own

And now in Zanzibar a shootin' star was ridin' in a side car hummin' a lunar tune
Yes, and the avatar said blow the bar but first remove the cookie jar we're gonna teach those boys to laugh too soon

And some kidnapped handicap was complainin' that he caught the clap from some mousetrap he bought last night,
Well I unsnapped his skull cap and between his ears I saw
a gap but figured he'd be all right

He was just blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night
Blinded by the light

Mama always told me not to look up with my eyes at the sun
But mama, that's where the fun is

She got down but she never got tired, she's gonna make it through the night
She's gonna make it through the night

This is funny, Misheard Lyrics: