Chinese photographer Lui Bolin self portraits Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! my favourite! Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
LMFAO!!! But maybe this isn't what you had in mind http://adweek.blogs.com/adfreak/freakiest09popup27.html Here's the rest of them. http://adweek.blogs.com/adfreak/the-30-freakiest-commercials-of-2009.html
According to the Washington Post, this was one of the best videos of 2009: United Breaks Guitars. It illustrates the advice I always give to struggling young musicians who are looking for a way to get noticed without playing record-company-roulette. Make a really entertaining video and post it on YouTube. People will discover it and tell their friends. It doesn't even have to be slick, I've seen lots of amateur videos on the YouTube hot list. It also illustrates the perils of flying United.Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Unfortunately United is the only airline that comes to my town so I don't have a choice. I have checked two guitars and a keyboard and they all survived, although I was not pleased to see them toss my vintage Martin down the slide onto the baggage carousel.
I am often annoyed by styles and fashion, especially when they differ from the usual just to be different. Thus, I find (define) beauty in the old rule: “Form follows function; Beauty follows form.” I also do not think something is “good” just because that is the common opinion, especially if has recently become the common opinion. Thus I tried to formulate a new rule for “good” along the lines of the old rule for beauty: "Satisfaction follows utility; Good follows satisfaction." Perhaps someone can do better at simple definition of “good”? I definitely do not like to be told what is “good,” especially if the foundation for their something being “good” is highly arbitrary as it is grounded in culture and / or religion.
I think you'll have to come over to the Linguistics board for that.Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! But in this discussion, on this board, I think what we're all taking it to mean is simply: I liked this and I think you might like it too.
Yay! Laughing yoga: The Indian discipline of Yoga is not all stretching and meditation. One Mumbai-based yoga teacher has developed "Laughter Yoga", and now he is on a social mission to get some of India's most disadvantaged people to smile. Watch the video. It will give you something to smile about: http://english.aljazeera.net/news/asia/2010/01/2010126613149412.html
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cbk980jV7Ao&feature=player_embedded My wife sent me this. It's is the sweetest story I've seen in a long time. It's about the meaning of the word "Validated." And you Americans will appreciate the part about the DMV. (The Department of Motor Vehicles, the agency in each State responsible for issuing driver's licenses and registering vehicles. Most Americans consider going there worse than a colonoscopy and the experiences are remarkably similar.) I'm going to bookmark it because I just know there will be days when I need it.
Anis Mojgani Anis Mojgani is brilliant; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNarjOIUiu4 Here I Am by Anis Mojgani We all wanted that high school sweetheart We wanted to be young and white in the 50s with meatloaves and sock hops and lawns, Lawns so perfect they looked like Clark Gable was kissing them We wanted to be thirteen and alive and meet a girl that was thirteen and alive And walk with her past the grandstands, to sit and hold hands, to sit and kiss, to sit and sit, Like it was something you would miss, but that never was We all wanted to be poor, but not too poor Connecting this country like Kerouac and Thumbs Pulling waitresses into backseats and trailer park homes Where the two of you would find passions expanding between the locking of your bones Until the morning would come to find the two of you out on the road with your pockets empty except for your hands Your hands would be full and overflowing with your soul But that's not what happened We once went to bed like between the bed sheets was a valley with dinosaurs still breathing And how we capture these triceratops? And brontosauruses? But even they were opened up with the smoke that rose out of the homes and the corners that we once climbed through, The streets and the footballs which we once threw, The school desks upon which we once drew, The windows that sat open through we once flew, Before the outside world of parking spaces and dead friends came flooding on in And we forgot what we wanted And we became what we become: Waitresses and bartenders, city employees and temp positions, We are junkies and one kiss poems and we cry the stars As we write our scars onto dumpsters and electric boxes Because the only thing that we can hear is our hearts And the only ones listening are the streets That the blood that breaths through the letters we leave And we dream to rise ourselves up out of these burning buildings But instead we get buried somewhere beneath Because I know my life is like some high school kids notebook A high school kid that shuffles back and forth between school and home Stacking the letters and the pictures too close for anyone outside of his own Imagination to read Because it's through the ink that his heart beats, That his heart breaths And we all just wanted to write these notes Check if you like me Check if you don’t Check if you'll date me Check if you won't Because we all wanted the love songs to be true And we did love dinosaurs once And we wanted the stars to hold our hands, To lick the teeth to fuck us, But they ended up fucking us, So let your smile twist Like my heart dancing precariously on the edge of my fingertips, Staining them like that same high school kid licking his thoughts, Using his sharpie tip writing: "I was here I was here mothafucka And ain't none of y'all can write that in the spot that I just wrote it in I’m here mothafucka and we all here mothafucka and we all mothafuckas, mothafucka Because every breath I give brings me a second closer to the day that my mother may die Because every breath I take takes me a second further from the moment she caught my father's eye Because every word I carry is another stone to put into place in the foundation that I'm building Because the days can erase something that I never saw What all of us wanted and what none of us got What we all had and have and what we all forgot That we all wanted to be something That we all became something And it might not be the shit we once though we'd be when we were kids but something is still something and like some cats say, something is better than nothing Feet are smarter than an engine And dreams are stronger than thighs And questions are the only answers we need to know that we are alive as I am when I have the mind of a child, asking why is 2 + 3 always equal to 5 ? Where do people go to when they die? What made the beauty of the moon? And the beauty of the sea? Did that beauty made you? Did that beauty make me? Will that make me something? Will I be something? Am I something?” And the answer comes: already am, always was, and I still have time to be More of his work; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cbYmRaPirnY http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=znIXyFh6dsI http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wye_axUPRrU http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFWiNNUfpC4 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2r46MpFKJ8A
My 12 yr old daughter is having one of her landscapes displayed at KIA. We haven't seen it yet, but we will when it goes on display. More than a bit proud...and shocked.
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Twenty one years ago, my sister, who is now deceased, sent me this book. She wrote inside the cover, "You are like the tree - capable, tender and loving." Plus other sweet words relating to the story. It is good you have jogged my memory of something good, because most of my memories are not. Thank you Cosmic Traveler!
<sigh> no! Its amazing how long it takes to put an exhibit together. But thanks for asking Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
I took a break from the internet to get some stuff done around the house. The work itself isn't good, but the results are. I also bought a new truck. It's a GMC Sierra Crew Cab with a Duramax Diesel and Allison 6-speed automatic transmission. That's definitely good. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!