— MichaelRapaport (@MichaelRapaport) March 25, 2020
Eventus stultorum magister est.Idiomatically translated: Fools must be taught by experience.
Oh, dear. I have just discovered that I’m supposed to be offended. Furthermore, apparently I should have been taking offense for most of my life. Who knew?
You see, I’m a first-generation Italian-American. I have dark hair, dark eyes, and skin that tans after 10 minutes in the sun. All my life, people have asked me what nationality I am — how quaint, such an old-fashioned word — or where I’m from.
I have a pretty good idea whose woods these are, believe me.And let me tell you something, my people say he's a complete nobody.This guy lives in the village. So what if he sees me stopping here?I dare him to sue me! I dare him!And by the way, this snow is pathetic.These are, by far, the least downy flakes ever!I hear they import them from Canada.I don't know. Maybe they did. Maybe they didn't. We're looking into it.My horse -- he's the most incredible horse, seriously, I have thegreatest, classiest horses--My horse doesn't even know what the hell we're doing here.The horses love me though. They do.They're always shaking their bells at me, it's very loving.It's a beautiful thing.Let me tell you something, these woods are an embarrassment.They're not dark. They're not deep.They're nothing. They're for losers.And I cannot wait to sue this guy.I cannot wait to sue this guy.
Anthem
by Leonard Cohen
The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don't dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.
Ah the wars they will
be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
We asked for signs
the signs were sent:
the birth betrayed
the marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood
of every government --
signs for all to see.
I can't run no more
with that lawless crowd
while the killers in high places
say their prayers out loud.
But they've summoned, they've summoned up
a thundercloud
and they're going to hear from me.
Ring the bells that still can ring ...
You can add up the parts
but you won't have the sum
You can strike up the march,
there is no drum
Every heart, every heart
to love will come
but like a refugee.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.
