I’ve included her on some of the Memorial Day albums in the past, but Patty Griffin has a new album out today. I found a link to a streaming version of it, and wanted to share it with you all. Her songs grow on me — she’s the best type of songwriter in that her songs aren’t a “one-listen and discard” type. It takes some long, attentive listens and road trips across Kansas to really become embedded in my life experience, giving a voice to bunch of emotions I didn’t even know I had until her songs came along.
I’ve been haunting Kick Start for the last couple of months and I caught wind of this today. I’ve never been much for roll play games but I might give this one a try. Though I can’t think of who I would play it with save for you clowns.
As I’ve been sharing things on the blog, I’ve wondered why I’ve kept things unserious after all the pressures, concerns, and nightmares of the past week. Perhaps I need a place for respite from the typical news flow across the internet. I felt I’ve needed evocation, rather than provocation.
Here’s a series of photos that evokes something inextricably Kansas out of me, and thought I’d share.
I have desired to go
Where springs not fail,
To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail
And a few lilies blow.
And I have asked to be
Where no storms come,
Where the green swell is in the havens dumb,
And out of the swing of the sea.
Below the fold to keep a modicum of suspense alive — Steph and I laughed for a full half hour about this one. And we still laugh whenever we bring it up (which is more often than I like to admit, but never in public ).
I have a folder of links I collected to share with the blog over the past half year, with the hopes of making a triumphant return to posting. I’m not sure it’s triumphant but it’s a return.
Hopefully I can keep pace for a little while and release these to you all over time. When the odometer rolled over to 2013 in this A.D. world, I was thinking about lists and found the following: List of Top 100 Lists.
Another link I found in early 2013, was a series of videos an auteur named Matt Shapiro has put together for the last seven years called The Cinescape. It’s pretty amazing craftsmanship, and even though none of the films he spliced together are original works, the way he did it is. It’s masterful and brings to mind how movies, even in their most mundane form, can be filled with wonderful images and themes. Sometimes I feel as if there’s a boredom of abundance. There’s just so much high-quality filmmaking these days, that even the worst of the Hollywood dreck can be filled with amazing facets.
The Cinescape above also reminds me of how movies feature variations on a theme, and that the tropes can get tedious after a while. So, there’s a sense of wonder and disappointment as I flip through all seven of these and start to see some of the tricks filmmakers use to emotionally and visually connect.
Every time I think of Coca-Cola, I think of The Blinks.
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I do find this article fascinating, however, and am reminded how surrounded we are my technological marvels. Collective miracles, since no one person holds the key to delivering a can of Coke. There’s also a part of me that wonders if all this effort is worth it, too. And what pittance I pay for a Coke…it seems like it is “worth” more — even if I’ve come to expect it cheaper than water, in some cases.
I don’t know about you guys, but I feel like this article could have been written about us, in a mirror universe. Where instead of Thanksgiving, we resorted to a heinous act to fill our idle time. It’s the work of the devil, I tell you. Thank goodness for our Hollow Men meetings, on the heights of Coronado, for keeping us out of trouble.