For once I find a child much more captivating than her k9 companion...
A young girl and her dog looks out from a vehicle as she and her family wait for security clearance at a checkpoint on the outskirt of Bannu, a town on edge of the Pakistani tribal region of Waziristan, Thursday, Oct. 22, 2009 as they flee a military offensive in South Waziristan. Pakistani troops and the Taliban fought fierce battles in Waziristan, a militant sanctuary near the Afghan border, with both sides claiming early victories in an army campaign that could shape the future of the country’s battle against extremism.
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Just back from my annual week in North Carolina. Rental car had xm radio, and though I was too busy being unhealthily obsessed with getting through 6000 songs on my iPod shuffle to enjoy it much, I did catch this song this morn on my way into work. Only because the iPod was safely stowed away in my bag. I still have about 2300 songs to go and am determined to get through them before I'll let myself listen to any one artist. Is that normal. Note that there's not a question mark on the end of that. Anyhow, the white trash video is a pretty funny juxtaposition to the vision I've always had when I hear Bob sing the song. And though I could do without the frosty-lipped porn star girl altogether, you've gotta admit it kinda works.
Back to the grind, so happy it's a short week. Loved being back in NC with my fam, but also happy to be back to Chi. That's a nice combination. Was greeted by a movie-set sparkly snowfall upon my return, and that was a'ight. NYE comin' up. In true fashion, I have no idea what I'm going to do, and I wouldn't have it any other way. No doubt it will somehow involve bellying up to a watering hole. And that's also a'ight.
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He's talking songwriting, sure, but this makes me feel a lot better about myself.
I often get down on myself for procrastinating, chiding myself for laziness, calling myself a do-nothing, but then I'll have an intense burst of creativity seemingly out of nowhere. Procrastinating is very hard to distinguish from ruminating. I'd like to just call them synonymous and be done with it, but unfortunately the world works on deadlines and people want their favorite artists to make new stuff NOW!
I'm slow, I think about stuff a long time before I lift a finger, and I rewrite stuff that other people might consider finished. It looks like I'm avoiding work, and I joke about it, but I'm working.
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dim just reminded me of one of my favorite Bright Eyes songs....
So that's how I learned the lesson that everyone's alone, and your eyes must do some raining if you're ever gonna to grow.
And when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself it is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or a simple song of hope.
That's why I'm singing baby, don't worry cause now I've got your back. And every time you feel like crying, I'm gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we will wait for it to pass, and I will keep you company through those days so long and black.
And we'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve, of love's uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole.
But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall, then I think we would see the beauty then. We would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges, like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.
Always makes my eyes well up a bit and leaves one of those little lumps of appreciation in my throat.
I'll never not get a massive sense of awe when I watch a big plane take off or land... and when it's right over my head, all the more awe. My uncle was in town a couple weeks ago. He (among many other visitors) is why I've not been keeping up w/ this here blog. That and it's summer (well, it was), which means I'm busy out and about doing things that people who appreciate summer do. But where was I... when my uncle was here he stayed out near Midway for the job he was working on, which had me driving to and fro Midway several times during his stay. It's a depressing ride, to be honest, but for the possibility that one of those big birds takes off or lands just as I'm passing under it in my wee car. My uncle loves planes too (he should, he has to ride in them enough)... and so we were both like two little kids, me saying "awesome, oooh so so cool" and him laughing at my glee, but laughing because he totally got it. It's about the only time this girl would actually strategically slow her vehicle... just for the chance to finagle myself right up under one of 'em. I would not put it past me to drive out there on a Sunday afternoon and park in a nearby stipmall to await the birds coming in and and going out overhead. Goes without saying, then, that these images really struck a chord with me.
Though it's a bit long, I had trouble taking my eyes off it. I was most surprised by the boat traffic that didn't seem to let up even amidst the strongest storming. If you don't have the patience, at least ff to the end to see the lights come up.
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“This is a Cuban tree frog on a tree in my backyard in southern Florida. How and why he ate this light is a mystery. It should be noted that at the time I was taking this photo, I thought this frog was dead, having cooked himself from the inside. I’m happy to say I was wrong. After a few shots he adjusted his position. So after I was finished shooting him, I pulled the light out of his mouth and he was fine. Actually, I might be crazy but I don’t think he was very happy when I took his light away."
"...Poured in like a flood. You're the whispering kind. Dark sapphire blood."
Oh my. I just this morning received "White Water, White Bloom," by Sea Wolf and am already so very sold on it that I just purchased its predecessor. This is shaping up to be one of my new favorites fo sho. Reminiscent of The Decemberists, Conor Oberst, and maybe some Arcade Fire... and yet his own sound. Folky in its clever-like lyrics, but nice vocals and some interesting layers of intstrumentation overtop. And... I just looked up his tour dates, and he's playing Schuba's on October 1st.... which is actually a Thursday. Not to be confused with a Monday or Wednesday, which I'm finding are not good nights for a concert. The Fruit Bats at Schuba's this past Monday were well worth it, but they did get my week off to a super sleepy start (or maybe it was the late night before). And making it to Pheonix at the Aragon last night was quite the stretch. And the stretch didn't end once we got there... we were met by a surprisingly HUMUNGOUS crowd, which was good for Pheonix, bad for us. It consisted of more fratters and sorority chicks than I might've expected, which I can feel neither here nor there about... though perhaps enough to mention it. But what really bugged me was the fact that we scoured the place, and the only spots where we could glimpse a peek at the Frenchies was on the side, and from the side the sound was such total shite that we couldn't hear the vocals....at... all. The only thing we really got out of it was seeing the sea of humanity enjoying it all, always a nice thing to glimpse, but all-in-all t'was a waste of dinero. Oh wells.
Reading a newspaper, I saw a picture of birds on the electric wires. I cut out the photo and decided to make a song, using the exact location of the birds as notes (no Photoshop edit). I knew it wasn't the most original idea in the universe. I was just curious to hear what melody the birds were creating.I sent the music to the photographer, Paulo Pinto, who I Googled on the internet. He told his editor, who told a reporter and the story ended up as an interview in the very same newspaper.Here I've posted a short video made with the photo, the music and the score (composed by the birds).Music made with Logic.Video made with After Effects.
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