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Account with Permanent package of service Created on 6 August 2003 (#1235289) Last updated on 15 April 2018
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Name:
zird is the word
Birthdate:
10 August
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External Services:
- lizardek@livejournal.com
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Schools:
- Peter Crump Elementary School - Montgomery, AL (1975 - 1976)
- AFNORTH International School - Brunssum, Limburg, Netherlands (1976 - 1979)
- Kaiserslautern American High School - Kaiserslautern, Rheinland-Pfalz, Germany (1979 - 1982)
- Michigan State University - East Lansing, MI (1982 - 1986)
- Folkuniversitetet - Malmö - Malmö, Skåne län, Sweden (1997)
Motor City baby, Air Force brat
Leo, born in the Year of the Dragon
Nutshell Bio: Met and married my Swede, Anders, in Chicago. We moved to Sweden in January 1997, and have two bilingual, dual national children: Martin, born in 1997 and Karin, born in 1999. I work for Axis Communications and keep extremely busy outside of work with the AWC Malmö, kids' activities and a hectic social calendar. :)
Findus the Cat, as used in my userpic and header, is the creation of Sven Nordqvist.
User Icons For My LJ Friends :)
What I've been reading lately
My Amazon wish list
Alibris Books you thought you'd never find
BookBrowse Don't judge a book by its cover, read it for yourself
WhichBook Gives you book recommendations based on YOUR criteria
Languages
There are no handles upon a language
Whereby men take hold of it
And mark it with signs for its remembrance.
It is a river, this language,
Once in a thousand years
Breaking a new course
Changing its way to the ocean.
It is mountain effluvia
Moving to valleys
And from nation to nation
Crossing borders and mixing.
Languages die like rivers.
Words wrapped round your tongue today
And broken to shape of thought
Between your teeth and lips speaking
Now and today
Shall be faded hieroglyphics
Ten thousand years from now.
Sing—and singing—remember
Your song dies and changes
And is not here tomorrow
Any more than the wind
Blowing ten thousand years ago.
~~Carl Sandburg
Kafka on Books: Altogether, I think we ought to read only books that bite and sting us. If the book we are reading doesn't shake us awake like a blow to the skull, why bother reading it in the first place? So that it can make us happy, as you put it? Good God, we'd be just as happy if we had no books at all; books that make us happy we could, in a pinch, also write ourselves. What we need are books that hit us like a most painful misfortune, like the death of someone we loved more than we love ourselves, that make us feel as though we had been banished to the woods, far from any human presence, like suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us. That is what I believe.
Bachelard on Words: I am a dreamer of words, of written words. I think I am reading; a word stops me. I leave the page. The syllables of the word begin to move around. Stressed accents begin to invert. The word abandons its meaning like an overload which is too heavy and prevents dreaming. Then words take on other meanings as if they had the right to be young. And the words wander away, looking in the nooks and crannies of vocabulary for new company, bad company.
Leo, born in the Year of the Dragon
Nutshell Bio: Met and married my Swede, Anders, in Chicago. We moved to Sweden in January 1997, and have two bilingual, dual national children: Martin, born in 1997 and Karin, born in 1999. I work for Axis Communications and keep extremely busy outside of work with the AWC Malmö, kids' activities and a hectic social calendar. :)
Findus the Cat, as used in my userpic and header, is the creation of Sven Nordqvist.
User Icons For My LJ Friends :)
What I've been reading lately
My Amazon wish list
Alibris Books you thought you'd never find
BookBrowse Don't judge a book by its cover, read it for yourself
WhichBook Gives you book recommendations based on YOUR criteria
Languages
There are no handles upon a language
Whereby men take hold of it
And mark it with signs for its remembrance.
It is a river, this language,
Once in a thousand years
Breaking a new course
Changing its way to the ocean.
It is mountain effluvia
Moving to valleys
And from nation to nation
Crossing borders and mixing.
Languages die like rivers.
Words wrapped round your tongue today
And broken to shape of thought
Between your teeth and lips speaking
Now and today
Shall be faded hieroglyphics
Ten thousand years from now.
Sing—and singing—remember
Your song dies and changes
And is not here tomorrow
Any more than the wind
Blowing ten thousand years ago.
~~Carl Sandburg
Kafka on Books: Altogether, I think we ought to read only books that bite and sting us. If the book we are reading doesn't shake us awake like a blow to the skull, why bother reading it in the first place? So that it can make us happy, as you put it? Good God, we'd be just as happy if we had no books at all; books that make us happy we could, in a pinch, also write ourselves. What we need are books that hit us like a most painful misfortune, like the death of someone we loved more than we love ourselves, that make us feel as though we had been banished to the woods, far from any human presence, like suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us. That is what I believe.
Bachelard on Words: I am a dreamer of words, of written words. I think I am reading; a word stops me. I leave the page. The syllables of the word begin to move around. Stressed accents begin to invert. The word abandons its meaning like an overload which is too heavy and prevents dreaming. Then words take on other meanings as if they had the right to be young. And the words wander away, looking in the nooks and crannies of vocabulary for new company, bad company.
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