no rutabaga

ploughman, originally uploaded by [sic].

Slick retro design, to historify a 19th century dish "rediscovered " in the 20th century seventies. I missed the rutabaga dearly.

karoshi

The country that gave us the term "Madogawazoku", literally seat by the window for marginalized business men presents us with "Karoshi", literally work til you drop. Apparently, Japanese children regularly pick their parents up from work to prevent them from working themselves to death. Reminds me of my grandfather who frequented local bars as a Good Templar back in the 20s, picking up alcoholics and taking them home on the back of his bicycle.

always with me

Itsumo Nando Demo Yondeiru Mune no Dokoka Okude Itsumo Kokoro Odoru Yume wo Mitai Kanashimi wa Kazoekirenai kedo Sono Mukou de Kitto Anata ni Aeru Kurikaesu Ayamachi no Sonotabi Hito wa Tada Aoi Sora no Aosa wo Shiru Hateshinaku Michi wa Tsuzuite Mieru keredo Kono Ryoute wa Hikari wo Dakeru Sayonara no Toki no Shizukana Mune Zero ni Naru Karada ga Mimi wo Sumaseru Ikiteiru Fushigi Sinde Iku Fusigi Hana mo Kaze mo Machi mo Minna Onaji Yondeiru Mune no Dokoka Oku de Itsumo Nando demo Yume wo Egakou Kanashimi no Kazu wo Iitsukusu yori Onaji Kuchibiru de Sotto Utaou Tojiteiku Omoide no Sono Naka ni Itsumo Wasure takunai Sasayaki wo Kiku Konagona ni Kudakareta Kagami no Ue niño Atarashii Keshiki ga Utsusareru Hajimari no Asa Shizuka na Mado Zero ni Naru Karada Mitasarete Yuke Umi no Kanata niwa Mou Sagasanai Kagayaku Mono wa Itsumo Koko ni Watashi no Naka ni Mitsukerareta Kara

Always with Me A voice is calling deep inside my heart May I always dream, emotional dreams Tears of sadness, uncountable I know I will find you on the other side of them Everytime we fall we look up to blue skies Waking up to it's hue as for the first time The road is long and lonely the end is out of sight With these two arms I can embrace the light As I bid farewell my heart stops, in tenderness I feel My silent empty body listening to what is real The wonder of living, the wonder of dying Wind, town, flowers, we dance in unity A voice is calling deep inside my heart dream your dreams, bever let them part Why speak of sadness or of life's painfull woes Instead let these lips sing a song for you Whispering voices, we will never forget, always there to guide you in each memory A miror broken, it´s pieces scattered Glimpses of new life, reflected all around Window of beginning, stillness, new light of dawn Let my silent, empty body be filled and reborn No need to search outside, nor sail across the sea Cause shining here inside me, it is inside of me I've found a brightness, it will always be with me

the obit

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MARIO I. DOMINGUEZ
July 14, 1944-May 8, 2007

Mario I. Dominguez, 62, of Chula Vista died Tuesday. He was born in Calexico and was an industrial engineer for Ericsson.

Survivors include his wife, Silvia Dominguez; daughters, Luceida Dominguez of Chula Vista and Claudia Vandick of Amsterdam, Netherlands; son, Mario Dominguez Jr. of Tijuana; stepdaughter, Iliana Trujillo of Chula Vista; stepson, Marco Barraza of Cabo San Lucas, Mexico; mother, Alicia Dominguez of Mexicali, Mexico; sisters, Carmen Dominguez of San Diego, Rosa Dominguez of Oaxaca, Mexico, Alicia Dominguez of Guadalajara, Mexico, and Alma Dominguez of Rosarito, Mexico; brother, Felipe Dominguez of Mexicali, Mexico; and one grandchild.

Services: 11 a.m. today, Little Chapel of the Roses, Glen Abbey Mortuary, 3838 Bonita Road, Bonita.

Interment: Glen Abbey Memorial Park.

no more

It is with great sorrow we must tell you that Mario Dominguez has passed away after a serious illness today. He will be missed dearly.

Two more

OP Nayyar classic "Yeh hai reshmi zulfonka andhera" interpreted by Asha Bhosle for Mere Sanam (1965). The original recording has no reverb effect. Asha Parekh is the star in this clip. The movie also features a duet with ASha Bhosle and Mohammed Rafi.





"Chun chun ghunghroo bole" is the OP Nayyar song from Phagun (1958) in which Madhubala portrays a gypsie girl. Asha Bhosle's voice is enchanting. Ghungroos are the small bells tied to the legs of Indian dancers.

Bollywood oldies

As a little boy, on our family´s holidays to Spain, I would lie in my tent in the middle of the day tuning in to Moroccan or Algerian radio stations to listen to the strange and exotic music from across the Mediterranean. This knack for what is now called `world music´ (I guess as opposed to unworldly music, by Ligeti, Berio, Penderecki and the likes)has taken me from the Mahreb (Cheb Khaled) and Egypt (Um Khalsum) accross the Levant (Wadi al-Safi) and Pakistan (Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan) to India. It started with a compilation of Raj Kapoor's early work and it fanned out from there. By now the whole family can sing along tunes like "Mera Naam Chin Chin Choo" without knowing what the songs are all about. Much to my amazement, Youtube has recently seen a bunch of clips from Bollywood oldies. After decades, I finally get to see the faces that go with the music. Well, not actually, because the songs were performed by Mohammed Rafi, Geeta Dutt and Asha Bhosle.

The Right Foot of Doom

Leon's new splint is a bright fire truck red contraption, nicknamed The Right Foot of Doom :-)