Archive for February 23rd, 2016

February 23, 2016: 11:38 pm: bluemosesErudition

Langue(signifié + signifiant) + Parole

: 10:47 pm: bluemosesErudition

모기는 어두운 색을 선호한다.

: 10:36 pm: bluemosesErudition

“項莊舞劍, 意在沛公.”

: 9:52 pm: bluemosesErudition

“절망은 죽음에 이르는 병이다.”

: 12:08 pm: bluemosesErudition

불씨는 꺼야 한다.

: 11:03 am: bluemosesErudition

Proverbs 21:1-3, 30-31

The king’s heart is a stream of water in the hand of the Lord; he turns it wherever he will. Every way of a man is right in his own eyes, but the Lord weighs the heart. To do righteousness and justice is more acceptable to the Lord than sacrifice.

No wisdom, no understanding, no counsel can avail against the Lord. The horse is made ready for the day of battle, but the victory belongs to the Lord.

: 5:24 am: bluemosesErudition

Billy Beane: Guys, you’re just talking. Talking, “la-la-la-la”, like this is business as usual. It’s not.

Grady Fuson: We’re trying to solve the problem here, Billy.

Billy Beane: Not like this you’re not. You’re not even looking at the problem.

Grady Fuson: We’re very aware of the problem. I mean…

Billy Beane: Okay, good. What’s the problem?

Grady Fuson: Look, Billy, we all understand what the problem is. We have to…

Billy Beane: Okay, good. What’s the problem?

Grady Fuson: The problem is we have to replace three key players in our lineup.

Billy Beane: Nope. What’s the problem?

Pittaro: Same as it’s ever been. We’ve gotta replace these guys with what we have existing.

Billy Beane: Nope. What’s the problem, Barry?

Scout Barry: We need 38 home runs, 120 RBIs and 47 doubles to replace.

Billy Beane: Ehh!

Billy Beane: The problem we’re trying to solve is that there are rich teams and there are poor teams. Then there’s fifty feet of crap, and then there’s us. It’s an unfair game. And now we’ve been gutted. We’re like organ donors for the rich. Boston’s taken our kidneys, Yankees have taken our heart. And you guys just sit around talking the same old “good body” nonsense like we’re selling jeans. Like we’re looking for Fabio. We’ve got to think differently. We are the last dog at the bowl. You see what happens to the runt of the litter? He dies.