transientstudent

No, not a post about death, but something almost as bad.  I'll set it up for you.

Well, here I am, posting from some open wireless network in my new apartment.  I'm not quite moved in yet, but it's feeling great so far.  I can finally settle in, without having to worry about my stuff being in somebody else's way.  It's a small, but significant feeling.

I'm a huge fan of the show Battlestar Galactica, and one of the things in it that is done particularly well (In my opinion) is the music.

...that you can find anything on YouTube.

P.S. Watch for the 'swaying' at around 1:03 from the end.  They sway as only a russian choir can. Or a group of old, white male soldiers.

Finally got around to getting the lyrics:

There is a paradise on earth
When flow'rs, to hail the summer's birth
From tree and grass are springing;
When perfumes rise to scent the gale,
And birds, in ev'ry grove and vale,
To welcome it are singing

But fairer still, a lovely maid,
In all the charm of youth array'd,
No aid from art requiring;
All other flow'rs we cast aside,
And gaze with joy inspired pride,
Enraptur'd and admiring.

I've been trying to dig up some more information on Mr. Pearsall, and while I haven't been able to find the lyrics of the former one online (and I haven't remembered to get them when I'm at work), he lived a pretty interesting life.

So, as part of my job I'm shifting about 10 000 LPs from one place to another.  Don't ask - it's just what we do in libraries.  This, however, is opening me up to the vast (and by vast I mean "They have a recording of THAT?") amount of music trapped on vinyl, having fallen out of favour with the current listening public.

The Singing Club

Oops! Techie wipes out $38 billion fund.

I just realized that I have just had my last spring break ever.  No more 'Study Week' for me!