” We are not living through an economic recession, but a reorganisation of our society.”
I believe this quote is true what about you?
” We are not living through an economic recession, but a reorganisation of our society.”
I believe this quote is true what about you?
Read MoreThe screen door slams
Mary’s dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey that’s me and I want you only
Don’t turn me home again
I just can’t face myself alone again
Don’t run back inside
darling you know just what I’m here for
So you’re scared and you’re thinking
That maybe we ain’t that young anymore
Show a little faith, there’s magic in the night
You ain’t a beauty, but hey you’re alright
Oh and that’s alright with me
You can hide ‘neath your covers
And study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers
Throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a savior to rise from these streets
Well now I’m no hero
That’s understood
All the redemption I can offer, girl
Is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey what else can we do now
Except roll down the window
And let the wind blow back your hair
Well the night’s busting open
These two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back
Heaven’s waiting on down the tracks
Oh oh come take my hand
Riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road
oh Thunder Road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey I know it’s late we can make it if we run
Oh Thunder Road, sit tight take hold
Thunder Road
Well I got this guitar
And I learned how to make it talk
And my car’s out back
If you’re ready to take that long walk
>From your front porch to my front seat
The door’s open but the ride it ain’t free
And I know you’re lonely
For words that I ain’t spoken
But tonight we’ll be free
All the promises’ll be broken
There were ghosts in the eyes
Of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch they’re gone
On the wind, so Mary climb in
It’s a town full of losers
And I’m pulling out of here to win.
I thought it was about time to visit my flickr friend Jacob and look at some photos. They inspire me in the quietest kind of way. It is difficult to explain. I just needed to look into his studio and reflect upon what it takes to make art. The meditation — the journey.
The photographs don’t require commentary.
Tags: blackand white, circle, studio, art, thinking
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This is my first post about our new neighborhood.
It’s been just two weeks since we moved into walking distance of our studio. Now we will have many new adventures. We can’t wait.
I would like to say that we have a neighborhood name like Bella Vista, or Old City, or Northern Liberties. But it seems we aren’t quite anything yet. Some people refer to the area as Graduate Hospital… but that’s night accurate and doesn’t feel right either. Maybe we’ll have to work on a name even if it is just for us.
We were walking around the new neighborhood checking out the architecture, looking for the little gems we could watch as the seasons change and we came upon this door. I thought maybe it was a store entrance, no a restaurant or bar or coffeehouse. The whole entrance was very honest in its appearance. Inviting comfortable. What kind of food? — Some kind of fusion cuisine of course. But what could this word be? Rall, Rass, Roll? Just couldn’t figure it out.
I’ll google it.
Then just a block up we found this:
Tags: signs, tags, graffitti, design, culture, neighborhood
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Voting isn’t enough. You have to be able to reason too.
sent to me by my friend carol.
Tags: politics, women, Suffrage
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Do you use these lightbulbs? Do you like the light they cast? What do you when one breaks? Got any small childeren?
I’ll answer first. No I don’t use them. No I don’t like the light. Don’t have to worry about it. No kids.
Did you know these bulbs contain mercury? You may remember that thermometers with mercury were banned. Ok so it’s only a little bit of mercury, but a little bit is more than enough. Mercury does not go away. Don’t want to eat fish with Mercury do ya? When the bulb breaks the mercury is released into the air… yep.
With congressional mandates we’ll be seeing lots more of them.
I hate these things. Not because of what they look like I think the physical shape is sort of cool. I hate them because people can’t even recycle or dispose of glass bottles or paint cans — just imagine millions of these poison light bulbs.
I’m stocking up on incandescent bulbs.
Tags: mercury, bulbs, light, recycling, greenish, environmental
Read MoreWhile drinking coffee a thought interrupted a quite glorious sip. I have an idea I want to scribble it down. Should I pull out my sketchbook and add a little drawing or should I use skitch to capture the image on my laptop and post it to my thought blog, my art blog. or tumblr.
I find that I have an array of scrapbooks, sketchbooks, and idea catchers. I am confused by he possibilities and categorization. What happens when I find an image, a phrase? I will capture it’s bits, bytes, and pixels and toss them into the cloud. It will be filed there like Andy’s cardboard boxes of stuff. Will I be able to find it later?
Or will I print it out and tape it into my current moleskin diary. Will I scribble on it?
Where will it live?
Tags: scrapbooks, sketchbooks, thought catchers, cloud
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I was wondering around the blogspace I hate the word blog xx sphere just doesn’t sit with me, and found a post about the new postal stamps honoring the work of Ray and Charles Eames.
It’s a wonderful little collection of their work the furniture, the textiles. It’s always easy to show the objects and appreciate them for the experience they bring to our environment. But, we can’t take a picture of the the thought process, the experiences, the research, the experimenting that brings us to these things. We can only enjoy the product of these processes and know that the process must have been wonderful because the chair we sit in is such a joy to all of our senses.
I want to buy hundreds of the stamps and stick them on postcards and letters to everyone I know.
I want to do a special mailing just so I can put these stamps up in the corner of the envelope, sending beauty on a postal adventure — past the machine eyes that sort and direct. Maybe I should send one of each stamp to myself too.
Tags: eames, stamps, design, modernists
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