Showing posts with label Dora Keogh. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dora Keogh. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Hawking's Time and Space on top of Guinness :p , Irish Pub 'Dora Keogh' Danforth St. Toronto Apr 7 2010



What is time?
Is it an ever-rolling stream that bears all our dreams away, as the old hymn says?
Or is it a railroad track? Maybe it has loops and branched, so you can keep going forward and yet return to an earlier station on the line..

'Einstein's general relativity gives time a shape.
How this can be reconciled with quantum theory.'

.. 'The shape of Time' Chap 2. A Brief History of Time.. Stephen Hawking










Kim Doolittle.. , 'Dora Keogh' Danforth St. May 26 2010


recently i have been having such good concerts
almost everytime when i get there, Dora Keogh,
to my delight. :-)

Kim Doolittle who's from frigid Nova Scotia
was a sing-a-song writer for root-music of country song
with her powerful voice & spirit.
it was very nice..



Saturday, February 12, 2011

lunch time Jazz.. :p , 'Dora Keogh' Dandorth Toronto May 8 2010

as i just start drinking my Guinness
a bunch of musicians stormed into the stage

what a luck to have the nice & mature jazz band
for my lonely luncheon session.. :p


soup was quite fit for my taste
as Tony, the cook, recommended..
and it went well with the multi-grain bread..





Saturday, January 22, 2011

cooling off a bit after 9 holes.., 'Dora Keogh' Danforth Toronto Jul 8 2010



Havana Dreams.. Silvio Rodriguez


after finishing my another sizzling rounding of 9 holes in the afternoon in Flemingdon Golf, i had no choice but to come over here, my favorite Dora Keogh, for cooling me down.


reading Coelho's noble while drinking made my much solar-energized body down to normal quite quickly.

German larger Grolsch was my first glass and two more glasses of Guinness were followed..

shrimp salad was an excellent choice for another way of cooling off the heat from my body.





Silvio Rodriguez.. Unicornio

.. i was beginning to enjoy the sun again, the mountains, even life's problems, i was beginning to accept that the meaning of life was no one's fault but mine. i wanted to see the main square in Ljubljana again, to feel hatred and love, despair and tedium.. all those simple, foolish things that make up everyday life, but that give pleasure to your existence. ..

'Veronika decides to die' .. Paulo Coelho