tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64280569807747073502024-02-18T19:49:19.060-08:00Going To Hell In a HandbasketSee those birds over there, to the right, on the pre-made template, they're flying to hellTarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06237834986891748891noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428056980774707350.post-68104708178350453582016-04-15T13:41:00.002-07:002016-04-15T13:41:15.119-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiveZhrJVxGZQQG_D7ruaVz2XyL62ihyphenhyphenfJTkmWnXkBaOGpGU8sXuEA7ocLA517tECF-nHWlqDpDkTsdDet-E-bVYyUC-mLLkjO4I4mt9GdJQKZX7uj5Oxle431esGwj3dwkfYHdQohEspY/s1600/IMG_3674.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiveZhrJVxGZQQG_D7ruaVz2XyL62ihyphenhyphenfJTkmWnXkBaOGpGU8sXuEA7ocLA517tECF-nHWlqDpDkTsdDet-E-bVYyUC-mLLkjO4I4mt9GdJQKZX7uj5Oxle431esGwj3dwkfYHdQohEspY/s320/IMG_3674.jpg" width="240" /></a>Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06237834986891748891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428056980774707350.post-87197996543930500802015-06-02T09:56:00.002-07:002015-06-02T09:56:38.469-07:00Like Fish In A Net"He tried to analyze this favorite theme of his — walking, different people walking to Norwich. He thought at once of the lark, of the sky, of the view. The walkers' thoughts and emotions were largely made up of these outside influences. Walking thoughts were half sky; if you could submit them to chemical analysis you would find that they had some grains of colour in them, some gallons or quarts or pints of air attached to them. This at once made them airier, more impersonal. But in this room, thoughts were jostled together like fish in a net, struggling, scraping each other's scales off, and becoming, in the effort to escape, —for all thinking was an effort to make thought escape from the thinker's mind past all obstacles as completely as possible: all society is an attempt to seize and influence and coerce each thought as it appears and force it to yield to another." <i>—Virginia Woolf, A Simple Melody</i>Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06237834986891748891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428056980774707350.post-53264564269279750752014-08-04T14:12:00.002-07:002014-08-04T14:15:41.748-07:00<a href="http://www.bbc.com/news/magazine-28581597">Disappearing Art</a>Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06237834986891748891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428056980774707350.post-34910938462727541612013-05-03T09:40:00.004-07:002013-05-03T09:42:07.475-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>TOP TEN (actually 8) RECORDS 2012</b></h2>
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<b>Sigur Ros</b><br />
Valtari</div>
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<b>Die Antwoord</b><br />
Ten$ion</div>
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<b>Swans</b><br />
The Seer</div>
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<b>Sufjan Stevens</b><br />
Silver & Gold</div>
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<b>Grimes</b><br />
Visions</div>
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<b>Mike Dumovich</b><br />
Acres</div>
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<b>Loscil</b><br />
Sketches from New Brighton</div>
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<b>Godspeed You! Black Emperor</b><br />
Allelujah! Don't Bend! Ascend!</div>
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<b>A view through the cocktail glass...</b></div>
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Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06237834986891748891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428056980774707350.post-88915280742947377702012-03-21T18:27:00.000-07:002012-03-27T17:56:04.870-07:00<h2>
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Top Ten (Actually Nine) Records 2011</h2>
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<b>Nils Frahm, Felt</b></div>
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So much music sounds like it was made in and emitted from an empty black box, with everything flawed stripped out - but this is something else entirely. It's truly one of the most beautiful pieces of recorded art, a living breathing thing that evokes place, time, instrument and artist equally. I suggest headphones on a quiet night - and turn it up. </div>
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<a href="http://youtu.be/MVgEaDemxjc">Listen</a><br />
A sonically pleasing, subtly kaleidoscopic record that perfectly marries Blake's old soul vocals to newer forms of musical expression. His voice is particularly striking to hear live, but the record still captures its emotional power. The bass makes for several exceptional music-moments as well. Some music sounds good for a couple months, then the freshness wears right off, but this record has sexy slow burn staying power.</div>
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<b>Loscil, Coast/Range/Arc</b></div>
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<a href="http://youtu.be/_5_87Qw-KIs">Listen</a><br />
After seeing too many shows where a white guy fiddles with an apple laptop placed atop a metal-legged table wearing a white catering apron (the table not the artist), I'd temporarily sworn off anything "electronic" or even ambient, but this record brought me right back into the fold. This is a grand unfolding ode to the slower, deeper rhythms of landscapes. Best listened to from start to finish, and very loud.</div>
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<b>Benoit Honore Pioulard Plays Thelma</b></div>
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Like seeing a flashing light in a grassy field, and finding that it's a shard of broken mirror reflecting the sun.</div>
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<b>Beirut, The Riptide</b></div>
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Zach Condon has created a near-perfect marriage of his electronic indie pop and wild "world" music sides. His most personal record to date, it fills you with a truly inspiring sad-happy nostalgia.</div>
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<b>Wolves in the Throne Room, Celestial Lineage</b></div>
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When this screaming witch man from Olympia starts up, you'll get the distinct feeling that black metal has something to offer, and that other artists might not be trying as hard as they could be to push the boundaries of music. In my mind, this record evokes opera more than any other genre of music, albeit a pagan opera conducted at midnight around an enormous burn pile in the woods.<br />
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<b>Chad Vangaalen, Diaper Island</b></div>
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<a href="http://youtu.be/hKHD6INztfA">Listen</a><br />
Such a strange, sad, angry, pretty collection of pop songs. And while I don't know where Diaper Island is located, I'm starting to get the feeling I might actually be living there.</div>
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<b>Jacaszek, Glimmer</b></div>
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<a href="http://youtu.be/mZBlf5wyVgE">Listen</a><br />
The perfect suicide-contemplation music, and everyone knows you have to have some of THAT in your collection. Poland rules.</div>
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<b>Radiohead, The King of Limbs</b></div>
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Sure, I could use more string arrangements from the masterful Mister Greenwood, and yes, it's a long way from KID A, but, even a slightly slighter Radiohead record still kicks ASS.</div>
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<br /></div>Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06237834986891748891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428056980774707350.post-47064058676459721992011-05-26T14:46:00.000-07:002011-05-26T14:52:19.836-07:00I Hate My BlogMaybe it's because the background color of this pre-made template is a cross between "fake leg" and "paper bag"- or maybe it's because everything I ever think of, or see, has already been blogged or posted, tumbled or tweeted by the time I get around to remembering I even have a blog: video of policeman helping ducks cross multi-lane freeway at rush hour - check; floating opera stage with giant skeleton holding open a book - check; American Apparel visible-pubic-hair print ads - check; the fact that the former editor of Paris Vogue looks a lot like The Grinch - wait, wait, I think I came up with that one. Well, whatever the reasons, I realized: I hate my blog.<br />
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<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUEmiTv4-yoTJ_yI52D71Nu59GQql8dRSAZjqoyb3NPFcQ1fboh22eKdd-eYGI0eHgmgFTA1kPAR3edZsLi5e3kQk2Ymnr-VhHv5RTuSx3leyYgn5qMQGB9y-yORPRpz6KptEEaqlfI3k/s1600/manhattan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUEmiTv4-yoTJ_yI52D71Nu59GQql8dRSAZjqoyb3NPFcQ1fboh22eKdd-eYGI0eHgmgFTA1kPAR3edZsLi5e3kQk2Ymnr-VhHv5RTuSx3leyYgn5qMQGB9y-yORPRpz6KptEEaqlfI3k/s320/manhattan.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div>So why did I start a blog? To answer this question I had to use my brain, a vastly under-worked organ which has spent its last several years marinating in a heavy mix of alcohol and Victorian novels; with time, the answer became clear, I started a blog because I was miserable, and the source of my misery is the confluence of these simple facts.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I live on Vashon Island.</div><div>I don't live in Manhattan.</div><div><br />
</div><div><div>For those not in the know, Manhattan and Vashon are almost identical in general shape and size (minus the artificially attached Maury Island - rudely bonded to Vashon by a stinking dirt bridge with rusty exercise bikes parked along its side; note about those bikes: they're supposed to be charming, and they're not, they're unsightly and annoying). Maps are inexpertly placed below for people who like maps.</div></div><div><br />
</div><div>I love Manhattan. I love it like a person. I watch for it in movies, like an old friend. Just the thought of being released onto the streets of Manhattan makes me swoon. And I don't love an idealized Manhattan. I love a noisy, dirty, fast and imperfect Manhattan. A Manhattan that is never the same when you go back. A Manhattan that was always better ten years ago according to someone who lived there.</div><div><br />
</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV5bkgGyUcMgFXvgtb8dAT2xViCfmYs1PgEZpHzxDM3xHJGyKk8vxu48xa9SsEN95JBGSfYSPenIxvnvvdUdciIBWn4GhD26-EMCcN1YWAL5Kz9IClJNgtFQkQVBUlsEKaFgd1DVvm6aY/s1600/bikes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV5bkgGyUcMgFXvgtb8dAT2xViCfmYs1PgEZpHzxDM3xHJGyKk8vxu48xa9SsEN95JBGSfYSPenIxvnvvdUdciIBWn4GhD26-EMCcN1YWAL5Kz9IClJNgtFQkQVBUlsEKaFgd1DVvm6aY/s320/bikes.jpg" width="320" /></a>Not Loving Vashon/Loving Manhattan is my two-headed misery-making monster. There are reasons I live here (boring blah blah on that later) and why I don't live in Manhattan. But first, I would like to share one item that will help highlight the difference between these two places:</div><div><br />
</div><div>Last week in Manhattan, you could have attended the debut of Jonny Greenwood's new music for the film "Doghouse," part of the Wordless Music series - Jonny's largest and longest work yet. Vashon: you could attend a fiber fest and make potholders out of goat hair. Okay, I'm not sure if that's what happened at fiber fest, because I was raving drunk when I read about it, and too hung over the next day to attend. (Trapped in a car, my mates had no choice but to listen to me read back and forth from the event listings in the New Yorker and our local paper, which is called, er, um, vague feeling of shame arising: The Beachcomber. Just typing out the name of that paper makes me feel like getting drunk right now, in the middle of the day.)</div><div><br />
</div><div>But wait, maybe I should attend Sludge Fest, and learn about septic tanks and alternative toilets, or go see that display of old apple peelers, maybe, just maybe, I should embrace what this island has to offer, rather than sit at home full of bitterness and bile. But god what kind of drug would it take to get me to attend a session of "yoga for birders" at the local land trust building?</div><div><br />
</div><div>Somebody. Help. Me.</div><div><br />
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Important Note: Google image search "old jeans" and look at the number of things you should NOT do with your old jeans.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK5N6bWfFizDCWOiwrucZWu2QlWYmAp6VYxBaeoHWkxqVOHsCjfkWYBSMl1vv8jx7ZiuwfldCA6HBYFPxijbLFQv9ipfoBL9o6hD4Il90oBlwOY44Z86UQ250cIDceLoPa4bOW71AOb28/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="194" width="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK5N6bWfFizDCWOiwrucZWu2QlWYmAp6VYxBaeoHWkxqVOHsCjfkWYBSMl1vv8jx7ZiuwfldCA6HBYFPxijbLFQv9ipfoBL9o6hD4Il90oBlwOY44Z86UQ250cIDceLoPa4bOW71AOb28/s320/images.jpg" /></a></div>Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06237834986891748891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428056980774707350.post-33762827857853720972011-02-10T12:31:00.000-08:002011-05-26T14:53:30.726-07:00Art In Progress<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj75vd3T3szE5nHFYpHYtixYk1MlCDnzTTt99w1H03T-ZEikTzL1YTSDC8FdBWBJ9u5W9cemIO-fW-icCT4g6oTk-utqRMACCgeu3GtD6DrWW86x5MYKZBFWUZciK2FZiIaHGt-r742glM/s1600/IMG_0918.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj75vd3T3szE5nHFYpHYtixYk1MlCDnzTTt99w1H03T-ZEikTzL1YTSDC8FdBWBJ9u5W9cemIO-fW-icCT4g6oTk-utqRMACCgeu3GtD6DrWW86x5MYKZBFWUZciK2FZiIaHGt-r742glM/s320/IMG_0918.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06237834986891748891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428056980774707350.post-1329802303005021452010-12-30T11:58:00.000-08:002010-12-30T13:48:16.788-08:00Another Top Ten Records of 2010 ListI think you should buy these artists' records, from an independent music store (<a href="http://vashonislandmusic.com/">Go Vashon Music!</a>) or directly from the label, because they are very, very good records. <br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">You know how dogs tip their heads to the side when they hear a funny sound? That's what I did when I first heard this record. I listened again, and tipped my head the other way. Again: well then I fell in love. A bold, complex, crazy piece of true art, the musical equivalent of one of de Kooning's snarling lady paintings, where you see an artist trying to undo every precious skill they've ever learned and end up making something strange and brilliant. Sufjan gets an A for Adz and an A-plus for the jaw-dropping live performance of Seven Swans in Seattle. He's not fucking around.</div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IO17WyaU2mE">Listen: </a><br />
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When overcome with the burden of bearing witness to the decline of songbirds and forests and the atmosphere itself, it's scientist musician extraordinaire Jonathan Meiburg that I most want to hear. Meiburg's voice is mesmerizing, and his lyrics, written or performed, are pure poetry. Shearwater stands as a testament to the power of doing meaningful work, with honesty and skill, and kicking ass live.<br />
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Two words. Absolutely Gorgeous. Composed for a film about Colony Collapse Disorder - the ever-cheering subject of the massive die-off of honey bees. If you want to be oblivious and shake your shit around, this is not the record for you. But if you want to listen to 50% of Stars of the Lid do his best solo work to date, and shed a tear only a couple minutes in because the strings are so effing pretty, this is your record. Side Note: I wonder if Mr. McBride noted that his music is often classified as "drone" and that a drone is also a worker bee? Hmmmm.<br />
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Wilst Sigur Ros slumbered in temporary hiatus, Jonsi went out on his own, and let loose with this super pop record. Producer Nico Muhly clearly put some wind in Jonsi's sails, and it includes songs you can definitely bounce up and down to; but it's the big beautiful epic songs, Kolnidur and Grow Till Tall that support the New York Time's contention that Jonsi is "a messenger of ecstatic hope."<br />
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After seeing them on their last tour, David Frick named them "the best band in the world." And after seeing that tour, I was inclined to agree. But as it turns out, not only is this a truly great band, it's a band with balls. Big Danish balls. Because they could have (and in a commercial sense should have) just done a repeat of their critic-pleasing 2006 record "Samme Stof Som Stof," but did they? Absolutely not. Instead, they made a deeply dark, idiosyncratic art piece which speaks to the power of insanely talented musicians following their muse.<br />
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I'm secretly (well not so secretly now) thinking that if Thomas Meluch, dba, Benoit Pioulard, had a band, he just might be the next Radiohead. He has the mental and musical chops. Instead, he goes it alone, beautifully blurring the lines between ambient, pop and folk. I love the feeling that these songs are emerging as if buried, coming up through layers of sound. So many records feel impersonal and over-produced, but Lasted has the quality of a hand-made keepsake you return to again and again for the memories it evokes.<br />
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To see them live is to love them; and while my favorite record of this spectacular Danish band remains their earlier effort "Tripper," I was completely floored by the diversity of songs and sounds this band made on Magic Chairs, and by the spectacular front and center vocals of the band's insanely charming lead, Casper Clausen.<br />
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i2nffOE54uA">Listen: </a><br />
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I just kept hearing "Swans" "Swans" "Swans" from musical corners far and wide. So, I got this record. And it kicks ass. I'm not going to pretend I know much else about this band. All I know for certain is that I have to see them LIVE.<br />
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Another beautiful record from the fantastic Bedroom Community label. This soundtrack to an Icelandic environmental documentary is diverse and lovely and oh come on, just go buy it, because I'm getting tired of trying to make up words about sounds.<br />
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I normally don't like what I think this music is: dubstep? Does that sound right? But this guy's music is so divinely diced and spliced it's weird and beautiful, and what the hell, is he pretty or what? I hope his upcoming full-length is as good as it seems it will be; however if it is, I fear for him that he will become embarrassingly huge.<br />
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<a href="http://randsrecords.greedbag.com/">Buy:</a>Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06237834986891748891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428056980774707350.post-74663356977126014262010-12-23T11:19:00.000-08:002011-02-01T09:52:19.472-08:00Going to Church<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii5f1Qjz8KSFm1UlOqryDkb0BjjAjj4VhALQS6IHJ0Kg5dJd7Lo6coLoKdP7SZJLfsgV5EgQsF7mVIJTL3dX7oXqTR89C07zhqF5Y90LOae3HCQK4anQ8OZpXl9wDwNM9KF0LbXtQ3ds0/s1600/IMG_0886.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii5f1Qjz8KSFm1UlOqryDkb0BjjAjj4VhALQS6IHJ0Kg5dJd7Lo6coLoKdP7SZJLfsgV5EgQsF7mVIJTL3dX7oXqTR89C07zhqF5Y90LOae3HCQK4anQ8OZpXl9wDwNM9KF0LbXtQ3ds0/s320/IMG_0886.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553961516297863410" /></a><br />
Manhattan, I miss you.Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06237834986891748891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428056980774707350.post-51312096408875417712010-11-22T15:26:00.000-08:002010-11-26T13:25:07.991-08:00The Proof<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvVnXyOyRMGsVJkB99yaHWBFlYG1fsN_pcYjWk0xNDPK-GZhSLCmgpOqdb_4-U5t8A-oD2jTn0cWm_eVongX_s1BGQmSSKti0uLgZlS_r0TRG4i34O9cNZBzwAozo2lH_k97zZj-1xRNI/s1600/W0627.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvVnXyOyRMGsVJkB99yaHWBFlYG1fsN_pcYjWk0xNDPK-GZhSLCmgpOqdb_4-U5t8A-oD2jTn0cWm_eVongX_s1BGQmSSKti0uLgZlS_r0TRG4i34O9cNZBzwAozo2lH_k97zZj-1xRNI/s320/W0627.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542519889886243394" /></a><br />The proof that we are going to hell in a handbasket! You can buy this hideous thing for...$9,000! A Barbie Hair Chandelier! Go look at the other crap they have! I can't stop using exclamation points about all this!<br /><a href="http://www.barbiecollector.com/shop/accessory/locks-light#page-20"></a><br />http://www.barbiecollector.com/shop/accessory/locks-light#page-20Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06237834986891748891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428056980774707350.post-57080207241113421872010-11-04T12:50:00.000-07:002010-11-05T13:38:50.807-07:00Home WreckerThis is the ultimate How-To video, that is, IF you want to tip over the edge into domestic madness and rip your kitchen to shreds. It starts nicely enough, with just a little wobble on the wine pouring, but by 2:11, she's hitting it with the scissors, which of course is right up my alley. This is a feel-good video...well, for me anyway.<br /><br /><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kqKwZF2x9bs?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kqKwZF2x9bs?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object>Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06237834986891748891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428056980774707350.post-21425659100141490662010-10-13T17:11:00.000-07:002010-10-13T17:18:04.393-07:00Benoit Pioulard: Don't Fear the French, particularly when they're from MichiganOne of my favorite musicians. You can check out a track from his latest at NPR music: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=130510128 Oui! Oui!<br /><br /><object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/0CbeHYH4j3c/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0CbeHYH4j3c?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0CbeHYH4j3c?fs=1&hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06237834986891748891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428056980774707350.post-22914650391387006222010-09-28T16:27:00.000-07:002010-09-28T16:45:18.994-07:00I don't know how to use these things<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC60YqPC1fMfqwv510CRvdofA4aWkdjT7Dfi_ZQgpaoB1HAtSwbfkrfhxEoONdqLCoA4BKNQ01YnyU7-yPTMJ7OpGoTTrN5KqUTCI6JE8zO4LVmv9PkQ_mDpOKRXuzcJ0Qgbpr2YLfzXc/s1600/Locking_pliers.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC60YqPC1fMfqwv510CRvdofA4aWkdjT7Dfi_ZQgpaoB1HAtSwbfkrfhxEoONdqLCoA4BKNQ01YnyU7-yPTMJ7OpGoTTrN5KqUTCI6JE8zO4LVmv9PkQ_mDpOKRXuzcJ0Qgbpr2YLfzXc/s320/Locking_pliers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522113197151726290" border="0" /></a>Blogger<br />Bicycle tire pumps (let all air out)<br />Pliers (why do they get stuck in this position - look left?)<br />Revolving Doors<br />The Greater Than/Less Than Symbol (and it's not just me, see this post from a parent on the Math Forum: http://mathforum.org/library/drmath/view/58433.html)<br /><br /><h3>Greater Than and Less Than Symbols</h3> <pre>Date: 05/30/2000 at 09:25:07<br />From: Angelo Gagliano<br />Subject: Greater/Less Than<br /><br />I am assisting my Middle School Son with his Math Homework.<br /><br />His teacher claims that '> 25' represents greater than 25. I was<br />taught that it meant less than. The number that the angle points to<br />was always less than and the wide angle was greater than... perhaps<br />his teacher erred?<br /><br />Can you help?<br /><br />Thank you.<br /></pre>Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06237834986891748891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428056980774707350.post-2087050261598830512010-09-28T16:23:00.000-07:002010-09-28T16:23:57.194-07:00Wildbirds & Peacedrums - Bleed Like There Was No Other Flood<object style="background-image: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/tSI0Jf7sg60/hqdefault.jpg);" height="295" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tSI0Jf7sg60?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tSI0Jf7sg60?fs=1&hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="295" width="480"></embed></object>Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06237834986891748891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428056980774707350.post-64434564713473847842010-09-28T09:30:00.001-07:002010-09-28T16:46:16.479-07:00Ad nonsense<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFp9s1XPw9evUo7TNHzx4IPyQ1vsqFMhRmTnHS7rb7laEkZ7SBtAvKL4IOEBOzLS4AE1lB1UUVmYZvmADpzJEbr0UB2givrjBA9lvueTijNY2QhX1zapnbjmLzpni7Dyz2-Por1ViSynE/s1600/simplicityprintedaprons.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFp9s1XPw9evUo7TNHzx4IPyQ1vsqFMhRmTnHS7rb7laEkZ7SBtAvKL4IOEBOzLS4AE1lB1UUVmYZvmADpzJEbr0UB2givrjBA9lvueTijNY2QhX1zapnbjmLzpni7Dyz2-Por1ViSynE/s320/simplicityprintedaprons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522007172695038578" border="0" /></a>Because four people follow this blog, and when I say follow, I mean four people came here once, felt sorry for me, and started following this blog, I decided I could make A LOT of money signing up for Google Adsense. I was approved for Google Adsense today (the announcement email from Google included a distinctly non-professional exclamation point after their "Congratulations!").<br /><br />Curious to see what my meager postings to date would elicit as far as ads from the Adsense program, I logged on. Note that to date I have written about birds going to hell, humans being stupid, crusty old aprons, existential dread, old mattresses, living in nowwheresville, death, and larvae; and here is the first ad copy it picked to run: "Twitter Moms is where Smart Moms Connect." Guess it gave priority to the label: crusty old apron?<br /><br />This doesn't say a lot for motherhood.Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06237834986891748891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428056980774707350.post-34518555900118822022010-09-15T16:23:00.000-07:002010-09-15T16:35:12.433-07:00Existentially Dreaded<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuHRxH-Xrn2o34EkSBWAwYOG2rsDJidsfKbhkPPBXKyViZVpy0YVTheaokUSUhO9KFz3ucMk-jttGHjIcVFkTx5fyMiKpPXvNm2TbRXBC6YeI1Gsen5cPPh__qHqsK6X77izpqYVr8wtk/s1600/hornet-larvae-thailand2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuHRxH-Xrn2o34EkSBWAwYOG2rsDJidsfKbhkPPBXKyViZVpy0YVTheaokUSUhO9KFz3ucMk-jttGHjIcVFkTx5fyMiKpPXvNm2TbRXBC6YeI1Gsen5cPPh__qHqsK6X77izpqYVr8wtk/s320/hornet-larvae-thailand2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517287711111663698" border="0" /></a><br />A shoe on the freeway<br />Time<br />Larvae (look to your left)<br />Old Mattresses<br />The Greater Than/Less Than SymbolTarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06237834986891748891noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428056980774707350.post-13867438699493915582010-09-09T09:38:00.000-07:002010-09-28T16:47:49.673-07:00Lies We Tell Ourselves #109I'm going to take to screaming if I hear one more serious person say that humans are unique in that we are the only animals aware of our own death. I read this all the time. Come on people, that's just bullshit. Animals are aware of death every single second of every single day. Have you not seen the looks on their faces, how they react to movement, sound and smells? Their expression says: "I could die!"<br /><br />Animals are frantically eating, so they don't die, running, scurrying and hiding so they don't die, drinking quickly and nervously so they don't die. They live every moment with death. We humans, at least modern western ones, are very nearly the opposite. We go out of our way to repress thoughts of death, and tell ourselves soothing stories about how we never "really die" so we don't freak out about the fact that we die.<br /><br />I remember seeing a show that postulated this theory of humans being uniquely aware of death, and the proof was an ancient burial site on which they found flowers. Somehow this proved that we were "aware" of death in a way that animals were not because we had a ritual we performed around a dead person. Well, what do we call the pacing a deer does around her dead fawn? What about the rook that defends its dead mate from carrion eaters, or the elephants that slowly pass around the bones of their deceased kin? These are rituals as much as placing a flower on a grave is a ritual.<br /><br />People are ridiculous in their presumptions - and perhaps it's this ridiculous presumptuousness that distinguishes us from all other animals, not our awareness of our own death.Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06237834986891748891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428056980774707350.post-27126172574911691822010-08-20T11:00:00.000-07:002010-08-20T11:06:09.968-07:00I Live Here<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AUx-EAPrpQI?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AUx-EAPrpQI?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"></embed></object>Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06237834986891748891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428056980774707350.post-11328356076241045082010-08-20T09:45:00.000-07:002010-08-20T09:59:57.010-07:00Tie one onThe number one reason I can't move to Manhattan this fall: I'd miss the Vashon History Museum's display of old aprons.Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06237834986891748891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428056980774707350.post-41190253116207516272010-08-19T14:31:00.000-07:002010-09-15T16:45:55.765-07:00See Those Birds Over There?The birds up there to the right? On the pre-made template? They're flying to hell.Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06237834986891748891noreply@blogger.com0