I didn't do it!

Rockslide on Telegraph Hill

Our little bit of neighborhood excitement last night. Not catastrophic by any means, but certainly not very good for people with houses at the top. This the east side of the hill I live at the bottom of (I'm on the north side)--the one with Coit Tower on the top. It's a pretty sharp drop on the east side and there was in fact a rock/mud slide there in 1992.

And for the record, I was over at Pier 39 with emmalyon and a few of her coworkers having dinner when this happened, so don't blame me! :p

Auld Lang Syne/Old Long Past

Since I've seen a few posts both here and elsewhere complaining that people only know the first six words of Auld Lang Syne, I thought I'd do the service here... :)

(lyrics found here )

Auld Lang Syne--Original Scottish version
written by Robert Burns

Chorus:
And for auld lang syne, my jo,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne,

1.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o' auld lang syne.

2.
And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp!
And surely I'll be mine!
And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

3.
We twa hae run about the braes
And pu'd the gowans fine;
But we've wander'd mony a weary foot
Sin auld lang syne.

4.
We twa hae paidl'd i' the burn,
Frae mornin' sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin auld lang syne.

5.
And there's a hand, my trusty fiere!
And gie's a hand o' thine!
And we'll tak a right guid willy waught,
For auld lang syne.


...and the Standard English Translation:

Old Long Past

Chorus:
And for old long past, my joy (sweetheart),
For old long past,
We will take a cup of kindness yet,
For old long past,

Should old acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
And days of old long past.

And surely you will pay for your pint-vessel!
And surely I will pay for mine!
And we will take a cup of kindness yet,
For old long past.

We two have run about the hillsides
And pulled the wild daisies fine;
But we have wandered many a weary foot
Since old long past.

We two have paddled in the stream,
From morning sun till noon;
But seas between us broad have roared
Since old long past.

And there is a hand, my trusty friend!
And give me a hand of yours!
And we will take a right good-will drink,
For old long past.