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storm symmetry

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A white day full of muffled sounds. Almost everything a whisper.

The snow is still falling and the sky is the same strange yellow as last night. Perfect symmetry 12 hours later. It has been a night and day of quiet observation. An occasional muffled voice heard with the crunch of boots on newly fallen snow. It is a joy to be so quiet on the inside too.

Stillness.

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snow right now!

The sky is a weird yellow and the snow has already covered the cards and sidewalks. It’s 9pm. We have less than an inch. I’m planning on adding a number of widgets here on the blog tonight.

poem today : Blizzard, William Carlos Williams

Snow:

years of anger following
hours that float idly down —
the blizzard
drifts its weight
deeper and deeper for three days
or sixty years, eh? Then
the sun! a clutter of
yellow and blue flakes —
Hairy looking trees stand out
in long alleys
over a wild solitude.
The man turns and there —
his solitary track stretched out
upon the world.

Snow over 28 inches in Philadelphia

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This is what it looked like in our courtyard yesterday. Over night the wind was blowing so hard that all the windows were covered in snow and we couldn’t see outside. I found this little gap and shot the neighbors doing some shoveling. Of course after they had spent an hour doing this the snow removal firm showed up and plowed. Silly people.

We usually are parked out there. But with the help of our pals David and E we put our car in a garage for friday, sturday, and Sunday. We’ll shovel a bit and get it back in place. Thing is we are expecting snow again on tuesday and wednesday.

This is our second huge storm since moving downtown.

Three holy wars, remembering Howard Zinn

We have lost Howard Zinn. Luckily he spoke his mind and it was captured in video and in print. This is just one of many enlightening lectures he gave not that long ago – 2008.

“His writings have changed the consciousness of a generation, and helped open new paths to understanding and its crucial meaning for our lives. When action has been called for, one could always be confident that he would be on the front lines, an example and trustworthy guide.”
– Noam Chomsky

Coffee styles, robotic java

It seems as though we are seeking slower ways to enjoy ourselves. Most of this is illustrated in the rituals around food that have come to pass, a need to find slow food.

Just when I thought that espresso style coffees had completely taken over the planet — I found the movement for pour over coffee. I know this better as Melitta style… or drip coffee.

This is a Japanese video of the process.

music today : patti smith, because the night

Patti Smith makes art in whatever way she can. I wanna sing like Patti Smith. I wanna be like Patti Smith, sorta.

A Time to Break Silence : Martin Luther King, Jr.

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Dr. King shortly after his bus boycott arrest
Alabama Police Mugshot, February 22, 1956

This speech by Martin Luther King, Jr. rings true today.

from:
Martin Luther King, Jr.
Beyond Vietnam — A Time to Break Silence
Delivered 4 April 1967, at a meeting of Clergy and Laity Concerned at Riverside Church in New York City

It is with such activity in mind that the words of the late John F. Kennedy come back to haunt us. Five years ago he said, “Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable.” Increasingly, by choice or by accident, this is the role our nation has taken, the role of those who make peaceful revolution impossible by refusing to give up the privileges and the pleasures that come from the immense profits of overseas investments. I am convinced that if we are to get on the right side of the world revolution, we as a nation must undergo a radical revolution of values. We must rapidly begin…we must rapidly begin the shift from a thing-oriented society to a person-oriented society. When machines and computers, profit motives and property rights, are considered more important than people, the giant triplets of racism, extreme materialism, and militarism are incapable of being conquered.

Full speech click on this line.

James Joyce, the beauty of words

It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

- the end of The Dead, by James Joyce

ringtones : a holiday carol

Experience Mobile Mobile from James Théophane Jnr on Vimeo.

Yes the phones were programmed with timed ringtones. Nice video. Nice installation.

Philadelphia Museum of Art : Blah Blah Blah…

Was just over at the Philadelphia Museum of Art searching for their hours on Sunday. Was trying to get over to the Gorky Exhibition, spaced that Sunday was the last day. So why when I come to the welcome page can’t I find the hours in the footer or a box?

I click Information. Not there.
I click Visiting. Quick scan, Not there.
I click sitemap. Not there.

Not until I go back to visiting do I notice that under Main Building that there are hours another click away. Now when I click hours under Main Building (whatever that is) I get all the visitor information for all of the buildings. What the &%!.

Gumby, Pokey, put on your black arm band.

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A sad day for Gumby and Pokey. Art Clokey, the animator who created the lovable, bendable clay creation Gumby over a half-century ago, died. Many a saturday morning was spent cereal bowl in hand watching the green guy and his orange pony pal.

It was Eddie Murphy’s SNL Gumby sketch 40 years after the birth of Gumby that finally created some financial reward to Art. The cultural icon is still popular today and has even moved into the new world of social media — Gumby has over 134,000 fans on Facebook.

hulu.com currently has some Gumby available for viewing.

poem today : Hide and Seek, Kay Ryan

It’s hard not

to jump out

instead of

waiting to be

found. It’s

hard to be

alone so long

and then hear

someone come

around. It’s

like some form

of skin’s developed

in the air

that, rather

than have torn,

you tear.

(“Hide and Seek” was originally published in “The Niagara River” by Kay Ryan, Grove Press Poetry Series, 2005.)

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