Thoughts and Dreams of Aaron Schmidt
This is the online journal of Aaron Schmidt where he records his thoughts (when they seem relevant) and his dreams (when he can remember them).
15 March 2004 Her little smile
She is sweet to me
She is the world to me
and she dances by my side.
When she smiles, her cute little smile,
I feel happy ... happy inside and I dance with her,
with her and her smile.
She kisses me in the morning so I know that I am loved.
She kisses me when she comes home and smiles her little smile,
and I am happy as she holds me close,
deep in love, holds me close,
and I am happy as she holds me close and smiles her little smile.
She is the world to me
and she dances by my side.
When she smiles, her cute little smile,
I feel happy ... happy inside and I dance with her,
with her and her smile.
She kisses me in the morning so I know that I am loved.
She kisses me when she comes home and smiles her little smile,
and I am happy as she holds me close,
deep in love, holds me close,
and I am happy as she holds me close and smiles her little smile.
10 March 2004 Les Claypool
Are we real?
- ramblings from a Primus concert by Leslie Horacek then translated into French and back again
The pole hammers, no words describe
transformed molten,
transfixed lost,
here noises meet the human need.
The sea of the human face, red, low purple
played like if a drum.
How are we?
Who are we?
do the councils bend?
people answer beyond that which we are.
- ramblings from a Primus concert by Leslie Horacek then translated into French and back again
02 March 2004 Tunisia
Aurélie and I had a wonderful weekend in Tunisia to celebrate our one-year anniversary.
Many thanks to Fatan and Sonia and Radwin for their excellent hospitality. And I thought Canadians were friendly... they don't have anything on the Tunisians.
I got the chance to experience the real Turkish Baths. (The Turks left some of their culture when they invaded Tunisia in 1574.) Also included was a crazy "massage" that involved my body being twisted in multiple directions and my skin being scrubbed until it bled ... but in the end, I felt great.
Photos are available on Photo Freeangle.
Many thanks to Fatan and Sonia and Radwin for their excellent hospitality. And I thought Canadians were friendly... they don't have anything on the Tunisians.
I got the chance to experience the real Turkish Baths. (The Turks left some of their culture when they invaded Tunisia in 1574.) Also included was a crazy "massage" that involved my body being twisted in multiple directions and my skin being scrubbed until it bled ... but in the end, I felt great.
Photos are available on Photo Freeangle.
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