ANYONE REMEMBER WHEN EULOGY USED TO BE ‘BLOOD’ WHEELS?? I REMEMBER SEEING ISAAC AT SOME RATTY SKATEPARK IN MOUNTIAN VIEW WAYY BACK IN THE DAY (LATE 90′S) AND HE GAVE MY BUDDY SOME ‘BLOODSUCKER’ CLEAR RED ANTIROCKER WHEELS AND I THOUGHT IT THEY WERE THE DOPEST THING EVER. POINT BEING, EULOGY HAS BEEN AROUND FOR [...]
Eulogy by Uncle Dave:
I saw George Carlin’s show here in Vegas a few years ago. He had clearly slowed down and a lot of his act seemed so down pat that it didn’t feel as intense as those TV concerts I had seen in decades past. But that only meant he had dropped [...]
Jeff Dalnas, New pro for Eulogy pro just dropped a little edit. Check it out! Also be sure to check his new section out in Tom Lipani’s new flick An Elite few Available here.
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From Last.fm: “I´ve only known Ólafur Arnalds (usually referred to as Óli) properly for about 3 years. Up until then we just kinda knew of each other because we are both active members in the hardcore/punk scene. Óli has been playing music for god-knows how long, I think he has a picture up in his bedroom of himself playing drums when he´s seriously like 5 or something so it doesn´t surpri
Eulogy for Thomas Joseph Croghan, 26 May 1944 - 21 April 2008(For his memorial service, 28 April 2008, in Clinton, NY)I want to thank everybody for being here today. I’ve never had a moment’s doubt that a great many people loved and honored my Dad. But if I had, then the love, prayers, and all kinds of support that have poured into my family over the past few months would have put those doubts well and truly to rest. Beloved family, dear friends, neighbors, co-workers - it seems like everybody who’s known my Dad and Mom have grown to love them, and have demonstrated that love in very real, very significant ways again and again in these weeks and months since we learned of Dad’s illness. From the bottom of my heart - to those who could be here today and to those who couldn
Olafur Arnalds utiliza instrumentos propios de la música clásica o de cámara; entre ellos violín, cello, piano, y los mezcla con detalles mínimos de percusión y esporádicos arreglos electrónicos. El sonido resultante ha sido denominado por su sello discográfico (Progression/ET) como indie classical, música clásica con estética indie.Arnalds tiene apenas 20 años, es de Islandia y hay un dato que me hace pensar en mis épocas, cuando el movimiento rock todavía gozaba de buena salud e ideales y todas esas “cosas de vieja”, diría un adolescente moderno. En mis tiempos, por ejemplo un Richard Calyderman nunca te iba hacer un tema heavy metal, o un John Lydon (Rotten) no te iba a cantar un tema de Joan Baez, por más protestón que fuera. Lo melódico era melódico, el punk er
Thoughts are meant to be a boundless realm,Limitless,Without restrain,Think what you feel like thinking,But your actions,you must refrain.I felt like running away,I thought of life alone,Dependency is an ironic curse,I fled not cause of my ties and light purse.I felt like rebelling,I wished to de-establish institution,To redefine living the way i would want it,Alas,i could not,i can't always have my way.I felt like inventing,Something substantial and meaningful,For fame,glory and for the best interests of all,Ideas aren't grown on trees,It's pointless waiting for the fall.I felt like reaching out across the ocean,Ever so vexing and wonderful,To cross that expanse,Tis a pity i'm afraid of that force,mindbogglingly powerful.I felt like killing myself,When all my hope had fled,Steered me away
I think this comment from RedState pretty much sums it up:"ron paul, may have fit in the republican party at one time, but he doesn't belong here anymore. we (republicans) have changed along with society. i believe in a somewhat powerful central government. i think constitutionalists like ron paul are too rigid in their interpretation. like you said, even jefferson abused the constitution. why should we allow our hands to be tied behind our backs by some archaic document? it's a guide, not biblical law."Are we approaching a point in our history of another major political party upheaval, à la the Whig/Republican split?
Amy Winehouse's father, Mitch, has said that he was so convinced his rebel-rousing daughter was about to meet her maker, he wrote a eulogy for her.
If you can stretch your minds back as far as two months ago, you'll remember that...
1. The First Eulogy2. Purging Of The Wicked3. On The Wings Of Pegasus4. Raise The Banner5. The Eyes Of The Ranger6. Interlude7. And The Angels Were Silent8. I Never Was A White Picket Fence Sorta Guy9. Their Own Hell10. Back To the Surface11. UntitledDescarga: MediaFirewww.myspace.com/atdaggersdrawn
I few hours ago I came home to find that you had passed on from this world. Though you had been sick for the past few months you still managed to greet me every morning with your amusing chatter and whistles. Everyday, including today, you looked at me with those sparkling reddish eyes and fluffy face which always left me in such a good mood. Though we have known each other for a few short years it almost seems a life time that we've enjoyed each other's company whether it be watching t.v., reading a book, or eating our favorite ice cream sundaes (though you preferred mini yogurt treats). I've known for the past 2 months, since you were diagnosed with cancer, that our time together was short but that doesn't really make it easier for me when looking at the corner of my room where you lived. Wedgie - I want to thank you for all the fun you've given me and wish you all the peace and happiness a guinea pig could wish for in what-ever existence you are now living...good bye:(
Writing a eulogy for your loved one is indeed an emotionally daunting task. As you begin writing, you remember the good times you've celebrated, and the bad times you've weathered along with your loved one. The nostalgia will fill your eyes with tears, but you must get over your emotions and write a "from-the-heart" eulogy – a eulogy that is a sincere and an emotional farewell. Here are some
My Aunt Dorothy loved words.She loved to write, read, create, speak and have them.In the last five or six years Dorothy and I played more games of Scrabble than anyone here could imagine, except perhaps, Tom and Jan, Dorothy’s next door neighbors, who had to have heard us arguing about a word one of us had just played. Dorothy and I were both somewhat amazed that they had never come over to check and see if the argument had ended in fisticuffs. Of course it never did, much to my relief. Last count we were at about 400 games. That, my friends, is a lot of words. But it wasn’t just about the love of words that she and I shared. It was also the love of coffee. And competition. And companionship. And caring. And her cooking (she loved to cook and I loved eating her cooking.) ...And it was about the laughter and even the tears. Which, when all combined; competition, companionship, caring, cooking, laughter and tears you get a sense of why most of our nearly 400 games took anywhere betwe
Kate lost her baby boy today, her poor Liam.
Please go see her and leave your love there with them as they try to cope.
I don't know what else to say, except that this stranger wishes she could help in some way.
After an extended illness, Taliesin Winn, the sole surviving elder of the Dynion Mwyn Welsh Family Gwyddon (Witchcraft) tradition, died quietly in his sleep. This is the tradition from which Y Dynion Mwyn Welsh Witchcraft tradition derives. Taliesin always claimed that his family was related indirectly to the Gruffydd family which was that of Llewelyn, the last true prince of Wales. He also variously spelled his name Winn, Wynn, or Wynne, which would lead one to believe that if indeed this was his last name, he didn't want anyone outside a select few to know who he really was.
In the words of George Bernard Shaw:" Life is no brief candle to me, it is a sort of bright torch that I have got hold of for a moment and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations."Though the time to pass his torch on came shockingly early for Damian, nowhere did it burn more brightly.Damian's London life was simple, yet fulfilled. He had a passion for partying and never happier than with a beer on one side and someone to talk to on the other. I remember when he first joined the team and we went for the ubiquitous drink, Damian remained with me to the end, extolling the virtues of Linux with as much clarity and passion as he did at the start of the evening.He had a passion for technology. Everyone who worked with him will have their own stories of this; he loved good technology and believed it made the world a better place. His passion was infectious and we miss his glee and delight in the latest Google toolkit or favourite operating sy
We here at JLH central are big fans of the Jaws franchise (assuming Jaws 4 never happened). Seeing as the great Peter Benchley has just bought his last ticket to Sea World, we thought it would be great to have a celebrity eulogy. Unfortunately, we couldn't afford Steven Spielberg. Thankfully we were able to get the next best thing: Gary Coleman.Whatchu Talkin' Bout Peter,Have you ever seen Diff'rent Strokes? I was on that show for 8 years. Since then I've tried to commit suicide, sued my parents, tried to commit suicide again, run for Governor of California, become a character in a Broadway show, and brought warmth to the hearts of millions through my irreverence. You wrote about sharks. Clearly you must see how saddened I am at your passing.I hate my life, but at least I'm alive. You're not. We mourn you for that, but the world also celebrates me being alive. I was Arnold Jackson on a hit TV show. You can never take that from me, Peter Benchley. I will always have that. Yes, Jaw
Gerald Ford, former President of the United States, died the other day. As we have in the past (#1, #2, #3, #4, #5), we here at Please Do It Ms Hewitt turned to our diminutive friend Gary Coleman for a response. Apparently, learning from our mistakes is not what we do best.Whatchu Talkin' Bout Gerald Ford,Why didn't you pardon me? I was an international star of great fame, fortune, and mystery and yet you stole all of my glory by pardoning Richard Nixon instead of me. Clearly you should have been calling me up and congratulating me for playing Arnold Jackson with such wisdom and talent. But you didn't and now you are dead, robbing me of the pardon that I so justly deserved. I was on TV for 8 years! I am the greatest actor in the universe. You are not. And that is why I hold you accountable for your death.Clearly we should be celebrating my life. Yet, you go and die, making the world focus on your "presidency" and "legacy" and "hair." Why must you do this to me during my time of need
An old man had died. A wonderful funeral was in progress and the country preacher talked at length of the good traits of the deceased. The preacher went on about "what an honest man" he was, and "what a loving husband and kind father" he was. Finally, the widow leaned over and whispered to one of her children, "Go up there and take a look in the coffin. See if that's your pa in there"
Your mum let herself in: she hadn't long had the key.I awoke, surprised to find her biting her lip.She said she had news. The cliche would have me frightened,doing a runner, demanding snap decisions; butI was so happy. And from that moment I loved you.You used to appear in my daydreams: chattering.drawing, wanting to know what I was doing;why the sky is blue, how far to the moon.On Monday you helped me carry the shopping home.Pleased as punch that you had your own bag.But it hasn't been easy. On the day I rang grandma,she dampened the mood with news of granpa's illness.I so wanted him to live long enough to see you, and nowyou and he will get to spend endless time together.For despite my grief, I cannot bare to think of you alone.You made us laugh with you antics. The way you bumped when Chelsea scored, or when you tickled mummy's ribs.Or how you would hide when the midwife wanted to hear your heartbeat.And what I would give for you again to kick me in the kidneysin bed. Or feel yo
