Wednesday, February 27, 2013
anthropology 101
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Perfection.
Beck covers David Bowie's, 'Sound and Vision.'
I will tell you, this turned me into a weeping child.
Pure genius, stars bellowing perfect beautiful bottomless light.
Friday, February 15, 2013
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
vodoun
so this chick is obviously five fucking shades of bat-shit crazy, but the objects she makes intrigue me.
www.aoikotsuhiroi.com
www.aoikotsuhiroi.com
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Friday, February 8, 2013
Grand Canyon Sun Down
Bob Dylan's, "Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie." Please, Let us disregard this ridiculous video and pay mind strictly to the audio. Seriously, this video is for shame.
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
kids
"One Indian summer day we dressed in our favorite things, me in my beatnik sandals and ragged scarves, and Robert with his love beads and sheepskin vest. We took the subway to West Fourth Street and spent the afternoon in Washington Square. We shared coffee from a thermos, watching the stream of tourists, stoners, and folksingers. Agitated revolutionaries distributed antiwar leaflets. Chess players drew a crowd of their own. Everyone coexisted within the continuous drone of verbal diatribes, bongos, and barking dogs.
We were walking toward the fountain, the epicenter of activity, when an older couple stopped and openly observed us. Robert enjoyed being noticed, and he affectionately squeezed my hand.
'Oh, take their picture,' said the woman to her bemused husband. 'I think they're artists.'
'Oh, go on,' he shrugged. 'They're just kids.'"
-Patti Smith
Just Kids
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Monday, February 4, 2013
Sunday, February 3, 2013
last night.
last night i dreamed that i was in a friends sunny new house. while wandering around i found myself descending into a subterranean room. it was half brick cathedral, half cavern. it smelled like wet earth and something else. a trace of oil paint or turpentine. it was well lit for a cathedral-cave, the walls glowed amber and even the farthest reaches of the ceiling were visible. as i walked around i started to notice hundreds of tiny brightly colored birds nesting like swallows up in the high cracks and nooks in the walls of mud and stone and brick. hundreds of bright red yellow and blue birds about the size of bottlecaps flew in groups of their own color around the space. when i came up close to one of the nests i realized that they were teaching the fledglings how to fly. but most of them were failing. they fell in bright dashes, splatting like paint all around my feet. exactly like globs of paint flung from a brush. it was horrifically tragic, the sounds of tiny primary colored birds splatting all around and me trying to scoop them up and smearing them in my hands as i tried to help. suddenly, as i was on my knees wailing and frantically smearing paint bird guts everywhere, my fifth grade science teacher appeared with a class in tow. they were making colorful bar graphs recording the survival rates of each group of fledglings. i forget which group was the most successful, the red or yellow or blue. mr. davis, in his white lab coat now streaked with primary colors, told that i was being completely irrational, that this was how nature worked, they had hundreds of offspring for this very reason, and that being kind never helped anyone figure out the complex miracle of flight.
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Friday, February 1, 2013
man so small
The Lions Mane Jellyfish is the largest jellyfish in the world. They have been swimming in arctic waters since before the dinosaurs (over 650 million years ago) and are among some of the oldest surviving species in the world.
The largest can come in at about 6 meters and has tentacles over 50 meters long.
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