Kinda cool transition

Samurai
and then (started playing it about five sec b/f the end of the track, where they talk)
Walk to Dublin

Birds

Feeling ill? Google "peaceful"...
Peaceful Balance
Dreaming of Flight
Twin Souls
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Also...
eBird migration map

Bitter Dancer

For some reason I am thinking of Toulouse Lautrec models, a little.
Bitter Dancer made me think more of Native American dancing when I first heard it but who knows, any dancer...
For some reason that was good to listen to while chopping up jalapenos.
I think I might have to hear more on that album.
It's a good thing there's music to accompany these tedious tasks.
Grating cheese is quite tedious. Save 50 cents, grate the cheese. Grate, grate, grate...
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So then I had to look up the Toulouse Latrec models...a vague thought got bigger...and when the browser opened, the artist's cover of Do It Again came on. Kind of sounds different now...It's also on an oldish post by a person...somewhere...in the world... "Yeah, I dislike a lot of people and things" (it says at the top of the post.)

Like this I think never heard before tonight

Why? Maybe because it has interesting electronic bell sound effects that make me think of living in the 80s and part of me looking up to older girls and wondering what gorgeous lives and loves were in store for them (and eventually maybe me?)

"Sugar" B side from the China CD

And yet the lyrics are self-questioning in some fashion
And the electronic bell sounds also make me think of kitschy German tourist stuff in a store on the side of the road in Michigan
Those silly little clocks and sounds
Which is somehow like the middle ages calling through the kitsch

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Daisy Dead Petals is more like falling down on the hill and getting soap bubbles in my eyes at age four
staring at the cattails across the road
wondering what they are about
I think some people tonight get to hear Daisy Dead Petals live
I'll be looking for that one!

Clue

Another embed.



It's really surprisingly easy! That last one had a kind of wide frame though. Maybe should change that? Oh nevermind, this one's not as wide...I was thinking of something. When I was a sophomore in high school, a girl told me something brilliant that I've never forgotten. "I think people are made up of lots of different personalities." That makes sense, I remember thinking at the time. I also remember that she seemed to get very embarrassed or uncomfortable or didn't want to talk about it. Funny repressive school; changed a little bit later though. It seems like it's possible to have a personality that's shocked by some things and also have another personality that's totally blase about it. I think of other things. Like B.S. who had a tragic death. At some point I realized it was better to keep a lot of my ideas about that one to myself. But, why did I even have them? Why did I want to tell them even though it would be so inappropriate, maybe even offensive? What if you were sort of invaded by someone else's soul sometimes, but it was okay? Or what if...you were like "No, you know why it's like this? Because. It's just ME, okay. It's. Just. ME! What do you think happens to a soul after it left a body? Do you think it's just going to stay dead?" Arrgh. It is so so so not quite what's supposed to be said, and yet so so so what one of the personalities wants to say. It makes me think of a scene from a favorite childhood movie, Clue: "I'm not shouting! Alright, I am! I'm shouting! I'm shouting! I'm shout--" Clunk, goes the candlestick.

TA DA

Siren
First video embed.

Something interesting happened this weekend.
Well, first I got to go to a concert.
We got tickets I couldn’t afford because of knowing someone at Nike (goddess of victory!) It was funny because at the end I saw the artist’s husband at the back of the theatre. I swear, I was almost like, “Hey, what’s up.” He doesn’t know you! I stopped myself. That was odd. I also sort of had to say to myself “She’s not your mom,” when the artist first came out. It was great…got to see her live for the first time.
We got to see God/Tubular Bells/Running Up That Hill.
The second night I didn’t get to go, and maybe if I’d known they got to see Take to The Sky with the Datura bridge I’d have been jealous. But I was busy making my discovery.
Leather, they got, also. Leather…
So what it is, is this. You might decide, “Oh, why not” one night. That person you thought of from time to time but don’t know. Whatever happened to them? Distant relation, daughter of a parent’s cousin, who started out a life with some tragic circumstances. Well many things, apparently. Yes. Many things! A high school graduation. A couple of aliases. And some writing gigs. And something else, too. A career as a professional dominatrix? No kidding? Wow. It’s not necessarily to say that you should walk into a club and say something. That would be adventurous, obviously. (Like jetting off to the jungle!) Would you say, I saw that wedding photo when I was younger, and heard the story about you and I was intrigued by your name and now here we are, hey?
I looked at some other people, too. This girl was interesting. She wrote Hard Vanilla and about the weight of the heart. But that’s not her. This person was interviewed on NPR and also by her elsewhere. But that’s not her. They are younger. She’s older now (She still looks pretty young. She’s been on a magazine cover and in other things.) But, she even mentioned she won’t get as much work as she gets older. There’s a person out there who has decided to live in a suit of leather and a whip…I needed to get some air. Vanilla is probably something I am, I thought. Not like the girl that is “hard vanilla.” But the other kind.
Also, though, vanilla is something that is white when mixed with milk and sugar, and brown in a bottle.
I am going to use vanilla to make a scrumptious pannacotta!
I went for a walk in the evening. I walked by a house decorated like fairyland. (For Christmas.)
I was thinking of Siren and some tears came to my eyes but that seemed a little melodramatic and they receded as I walked home and I felt a little tickle in my chest. Like a fairy sits on my heart.

Pigeons!

Hatoful Boyfriend

Trees of the west, trees from the east

It occurs (to someone who grew up in colder climates)...it makes sense to see a star in close proximity to the silhouette of a palm tree during the Christmas season.

Twisted world

Listening to This American Life: Penn State and how people in town can't quite seem to process it. Very interesting. I was there a few times. They had good ice cream.
[And I think of the memoir Lucky. I know she went to Syracuse, but I thought she also might've mentioned Penn State in her book. I'm not sure. But how strange. There's a very old myspace page. It has photos. The captions say things like "Alice Sebold. Syracuse. The park i was raped in" And one says "Penn State, where i deeply regret going :("]
My own first memory of that place is from the 90s. Stuck inside, because stepfather's mother did not want me to go outside at night. Because of the rowdy fraternities. "Why not? How bad can they be?" my 14 or 15 year old self thought at the time.
Also, in the present, a fraternity is in the spotlight for a question about rape on a survey. Ok. BUT. What about all the times when date rape drugs got passed out amongst frat members and no one reported that? Or, even if it was reported, was it even followed up on?
Truly shocking how much that has happened.
It's a shame too.
Not everyone shares the same culture.

Finally watched

Manhattan, Kansas
The description sounds rather dire: the filmmaker returns to rural Kansas to reunite with her mother who five years earlier "threatened to kill her."
Really expected worse behavior from the mom--she seemed nutty but not all that bad by the time she got filmed. And actually, it's funny how things worked out kinda alright for the "crazy mother" at the end.

I just got so lucky

TICKETS ARE AT WILL CALL!!! SaturdaySaturdaySaturdaySaturday! I'm gonna be in a positively beaming attitude for the rest of the week.

Neem

Might be one on the property.
Very young. Needs to be verified.
Neem, Neem, the wonder tree

In which I rediscover

a writer. Omigosh, I bought this book, The Night My Mother Met Bruce Lee (that's not the same cover), when I was younger and thinner and in my twenties-er, from a temporary big box type discount bookstore and life was so different back then...As I read, it I was vaguely thinking about thinness and this ballerina figure I'm making into a circus girl for a project in Illustrator (so tedious, the shadows and color schemes, yet also rewarding) and thinking about drinking that ballerina tea...I was drinking a different kind of tea...and found this NPR story, It's called Along For The Ride...ack! they talk about food and stuff...it begins with her saying "The only time I ever hiked alone, I was attacked...ever since that day I've been terrified with nature and obsessed with survival...I had to learn to feel comfortable in nature..." Ack! Sometimes rediscovery is just so ACK! But it's a...pleasant ack? And also. If the world was different, there's some people who would be more famous. I didn't mean to sound like a Cathy comic. It's not like that. But for some reason it keeps coming out, that expression. ACK! So why...
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P.S.--Human Behavior

Trees

Mr. Twain & Tree Stuff

A tree

Coincidence Cause Effect

So.
Battle of Trees (the song) gets in my head...
And that night, maybe that very hour, Santa Ana winds rush through the neighborhood, uprooting them right and left, including the town holiday tree. (Christmas, Paganmess.) Nothing surprises me anymore. Actually I wish I'd gotten a picture of a certain lemon tree I drove by, for it was quite a sight to these eyes to see all that bright fruit strewn about. Alas, I did not.
Still wonder if I can get concert tickets...
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Hmmm! And, there is a Welsh poem! Interesting...I believe that Welsh ancestry--buried under a strong veneer of German-- was discovered a few years ago, along with some other things...