Oct 25, 2009 0
music today : I want you back
Nice cover eh?
Really enjoyed this one.
Oct 23, 2009 0
So good, annie lenox dj earworm mashup
I was really thrilled to find this mashup. I have always loved the work of Annie Lennox. Her understanding of every detail of performance and persona are breathtaking. I just had to post it for fun.
Oct 21, 2009 0
Poem Today : In Memory of Radio
by Amiri Baraka
Who has ever stopped to think of the divinity of Lamont Cranston?
(Only jack Kerouac, that I know of: & me.
The rest of you probably had on WCBS and Kate Smith,
Or something equally unattractive.)
What can I say?
It is better to haved loved and lost
Than to put linoleum in your living rooms?
Am I a sage or something?
Mandrake’s hypnotic gesture of the week?
(Remember, I do not have the healing powers of Oral Roberts…
I cannot, like F. J. Sheen, tell you how to get saved & rich!
I cannot even order you to the gaschamber satori like Hitler or Goddy Knight)
& love is an evil word.
Turn it backwards/see, see what I mean?
An evol word. & besides
who understands it?
I certainly wouldn’t like to go out on that kind of limb.
Saturday mornings we listened to the Red Lantern & his undersea folk.
At 11, Let’s Pretend
& we did
& I, the poet, still do. Thank God!
What was it he used to say (after the transformation when he was safe
& invisible & the unbelievers couldn’t throw stones?) “Heh, heh, heh.
Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow knows.”
O, yes he does
O, yes he does
An evil word it is,
This Love.
Oct 21, 2009 0
a book nook takes on kindle-ing
OK. Now we’re talking.
I would buy this device. I know it only does books – a one trick pony. But it let’s you lend your books to others and it doesn’t look like a Texas Instruments calculator. This device looks like BN hired some product designers and some interface designers, and a marketing crew that knows how to do point-of-purchase.
Barnes and Noble have listened to the criticism of the Kindle and have brought a more sophisticated and attractive device into the fray.
- The price is reasonable from the start.
- Design is clean.
- Multi-touch.
- Color navigation panel (for swiping through book covers, a la iTunes)
- You can buy it in a BN store. (many distribution points – one a few blocks from me)
- You can browse digital books
- You can lend your book to others on a number of devices
- It has a memory expansion slot
- It can play MP3′s
- It can read PDF’s (essential)
Did I mention that the design is clean? The device is a bit thicker and weighs more than the Kindle. The other important part is moving away from proprietary formats.
Lending is good.
I’ll be heading down to the Barnes and Noble to check it out. I’ll let you know if I am as impressed when I can touch it.
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Oct 19, 2009 0
society reorganized
” We are not living through an economic recession, but a reorganisation of our society.”
I believe this quote is true what about you?
Oct 16, 2009 0
World TOY CAMERA DAY – Hell yeah!
I love toy cameras. The Holga is a favorite.
Here’s some photos to enjoy from the pool for World TOY CAMERA DAY.
Maybe you’ll want to pick up a toy camera and shoot some FILM again.
Enjoy!
Oct 16, 2009 0
Poem Today : Fever 103°
by Sylvia Plath
Pure? What does it mean?
The tongues of hell
Are dull, dull as the triple
Tongues of dull, fat Cerberus
Who wheezes at the gate. Incapable
Of licking clean
The aguey tendon, the sin, the sin.
The tinder cries.
The indelible smell
Of a snuffed candle!
Love, love, the low smokes roll
From me like Isadora’s scarves, I’m in a fright
One scarf will catch and anchor in the wheel,
Such yellow sullen smokes
Make their own element. They will not rise,
But trundle round the globe
Choking the aged and the meek,
The weak
Hothouse baby in its crib,
The ghastly orchid
Hanging its hanging garden in the air,
Devilish leopard!
Radiation turned it white
And killed it in an hour.
Greasing the bodies of adulterers
Like Hiroshima ash and eating in.
The sin. The sin.
Darling, all night
I have been flickering, off, on, off, on.
The sheets grow heavy as a lecher’s kiss.
Three days. Three nights.
Lemon water, chicken
Water, water make me retch.
I am too pure for you or anyone.
Your body
Hurts me as the world hurts God. I am a lantern——
My head a moon
Of Japanese paper, my gold beaten skin
Infinitely delicate and infinitely expensive.
Does not my heat astound you! And my light!
All by myself I am a huge camellia
Glowing and coming and going, flush on flush.
I think I am going up,
I think I may rise——
The beads of hot metal fly, and I love, I
Am a pure acetylene
Virgin
Attended by roses,
By kisses, by cherubim,
By whatever these pink things mean!
Not you, nor him
Nor him, nor him
(My selves dissolving, old whore petticoats)——
To Paradise.
Listen to Sylvia Plath read this poem >