Driving Virgin Mary - Chris Haston
Night Photography
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Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Current TV - Vanguard
Excellence in documentary/journalism!
http://current.com/shows/vanguard/
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Excellence in documentary/journalism!
http://current.com/shows/vanguard/
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The National Parks: America's Best Idea
http://www.pbs.org/nationalparks/
I really can't say enough about this incredible documentary series by acclaimed film maker Ken Burns. I had to have this series after seeing it in HD for the first time. Highly recommended!
The National Parks: America's Best Idea is a six-episode series directed by Ken Burns and written and co-produced by Dayton Duncan. Filmed over the course of more than six years at some of nature's most spectacular locales – from Acadia to Yosemite, Yellowstone to the Grand Canyon, the Everglades of Florida to the Gates of the Arctic in Alaska - The National Parks: America's Best Idea is nonetheless a story of people: people from every conceivable background – rich and poor; famous and unknown; soldiers and scientists; natives and newcomers; idealists, artists and entrepreneurs; people who were willing to devote themselves to saving some precious portion of the land they loved, and in doing so reminded their fellow citizens of the full meaning of democracy.
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http://www.pbs.org/nationalparks/
I really can't say enough about this incredible documentary series by acclaimed film maker Ken Burns. I had to have this series after seeing it in HD for the first time. Highly recommended!
The National Parks: America's Best Idea is a six-episode series directed by Ken Burns and written and co-produced by Dayton Duncan. Filmed over the course of more than six years at some of nature's most spectacular locales – from Acadia to Yosemite, Yellowstone to the Grand Canyon, the Everglades of Florida to the Gates of the Arctic in Alaska - The National Parks: America's Best Idea is nonetheless a story of people: people from every conceivable background – rich and poor; famous and unknown; soldiers and scientists; natives and newcomers; idealists, artists and entrepreneurs; people who were willing to devote themselves to saving some precious portion of the land they loved, and in doing so reminded their fellow citizens of the full meaning of democracy.
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Monday, August 30, 2010
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| Aug 30th 2010 By Alastair Plumb Who'd Make The Best Fighting-Game Drinking Buddies? |
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Sunday, August 29, 2010
Restoring Honor Rally Begins New Revolution!
Look what Glenn did to D.C.!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ks3-X7AOXA4
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Look what Glenn did to D.C.!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ks3-X7AOXA4
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A Cloud Over Me (Something old but worthy. From 2007.)
I've been up all night and dawn is breaking over Fort Hill in Roxbury. It's cold in here. My hands are freezing. The windows in Richard's study are open. I'm not going to shut them. The Pru has this odd stratocumulus cloud over it. Pink. It appears as a frozen line drawn through the sky. Clouds are made of ice crystals, you know.
After going to bed around midnight, Richard woke up at 4:30 am to piss. After climbing back up the stairs, he walked into the study and asked what I was doing online. I told him that I was trying to download some Java because his computer wouldn't properly open a chat applet I was using. He proceeded to sit down on a stool next to me and watch.....and talk.
I don't remember all the topics he touched on, but a few include: his dead pets, a deep-sea fishing trip, his mortgage, his sister's breast cancer, his neighbor, a cigarette lighter, and how he was sick of water. I pretended to care, making the obligatory eye contact now and again. His bull mastiff mix Zeus appeared, roused from his slumber on Richard's bed by our conversation or by the prospect of being let outside. He forced his way between our two seats and sat down, staring at Richard. Then he left the room; then returned. He left and returned again. He shook violently, sending up a decent cloud of dog hair, some of which is all over my right side. The conversation topic changed to Zeus. I continued my computing, now downloading iTunes.
The installation of iTunes included a re-installation of Quick Time. It took about 5 minutes, wherein the computer was essentially useless. More eye contact. A topic change. Another cloud of dog hair. Fully annoyed by then, I was really wishing Richard and Zeus would go back to sleep in the bedroom. After watching the download, Richard wondered out loud if Invader Zim was on. He said he was going to find out and sat down in the living room, directly behind the computer desk.
The plasma on the wall to my right booted up and Nicktoons was soon blaring its ridiculous sound effects throughout the two rooms. A Nicktoons bump. A Gogurt commercial. A commercial for dolls made in China. I asked Richard tentatively and very politely if he would mind watching TV in the bedroom because I didn't care to listen to it right then. After a minor guilt-trip, Richard and Zeus withdrew. I returned to one of the websites I had been on when I had been interrupted and resumed my conversation there. It lasted barely another ten minutes.
Richard reappeared, visibly angered, and said that we needed to talk... now. I knew what was coming. We have had a few of these kind of chats. Standing over me, Richard went on about how he shouldn't have to alter his regular habits to accommodate me. I asked if he regularly woke up at 4:30 in the morning to watch cartoons. (Previously, I had never seen him up before 7:30 am.) Apparently this wasn't the point. He said that he wanted to watch cartoons. I said that I had asked him nicely if he could watch them in the bedroom and he had agreed. Richard said that after he had returned to the bedroom, he had become so infuriated that I told him not to watch cartoons that he had to say something to me. At this time I experienced an adrenal rush and began to tremble with anger. I told Richard that I never said that he couldn't watch television at that moment and then included the fact that I had wondered why I hadn't heard the television turn on in the bedroom shortly thereafter. Richard said that I had told him not to watch cartoons.
Needless to say, 45 minutes and 2 cigarettes later, Richard retired to the bedroom again, but not before he had said that he thought we needed a break from each other and not before I said that that I wasn't sorry that I'd asked him NICELY to watch cartoons in the bedroom at 4:45 in the morning. Since then, I haven't heard anything. No cartoons. The cable works just fine in the bedroom. Perhaps he has fallen asleep again, finally. The silence is not complete, however. I can hear birds outside the window and the sounds of Boston waking up.
Yesterday, sans help, I personally cleaned Richard's filthy, mold-colony filled refrigerator and freezer because I couldn't stand the idea of having anything I might eat being housed in such a noisome and unhealthy atmosphere. This included taking out and scrubbing the drawers and racks, and getting down on my hands and knees to clean the very bottom of the inside of the refrigerator which was covered in water and disgusting mold-mess. After that, I helped Richard move several pieces of furniture into the basement, including a range that must have weighed 170 pounds. After that, I swept the kitchen and dining room as they were full of dog-hair dust-kittens from our rearrangement.
I am justified in placing myself on a cross here. Halfway through writing the above paragraph, I thought that perhaps it would best belong at the top of this piece, right after my melancholy introduction. I decided against placing it there because: 1. this is how it grew naturally 2. its placement there insures a certain level of moral indignation on behalf of the reader and 3. I would be cheating myself out of great martyr material. Pragmatism demands I make use of that opportunity.
The cloud is now far offshore and has turned white. It is also significantly lower on the horizon, appearing slightly below the level of the Pru's observation deck. It was prettier before it moved down behind the building, which bisects it with stark, angular insistence. I'll not see what the clouds over Boston look like tomorrow morning. I'm still cold. And I'm still not sorry.
No regrets.
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After going to bed around midnight, Richard woke up at 4:30 am to piss. After climbing back up the stairs, he walked into the study and asked what I was doing online. I told him that I was trying to download some Java because his computer wouldn't properly open a chat applet I was using. He proceeded to sit down on a stool next to me and watch.....and talk.
I don't remember all the topics he touched on, but a few include: his dead pets, a deep-sea fishing trip, his mortgage, his sister's breast cancer, his neighbor, a cigarette lighter, and how he was sick of water. I pretended to care, making the obligatory eye contact now and again. His bull mastiff mix Zeus appeared, roused from his slumber on Richard's bed by our conversation or by the prospect of being let outside. He forced his way between our two seats and sat down, staring at Richard. Then he left the room; then returned. He left and returned again. He shook violently, sending up a decent cloud of dog hair, some of which is all over my right side. The conversation topic changed to Zeus. I continued my computing, now downloading iTunes.
The installation of iTunes included a re-installation of Quick Time. It took about 5 minutes, wherein the computer was essentially useless. More eye contact. A topic change. Another cloud of dog hair. Fully annoyed by then, I was really wishing Richard and Zeus would go back to sleep in the bedroom. After watching the download, Richard wondered out loud if Invader Zim was on. He said he was going to find out and sat down in the living room, directly behind the computer desk.
The plasma on the wall to my right booted up and Nicktoons was soon blaring its ridiculous sound effects throughout the two rooms. A Nicktoons bump. A Gogurt commercial. A commercial for dolls made in China. I asked Richard tentatively and very politely if he would mind watching TV in the bedroom because I didn't care to listen to it right then. After a minor guilt-trip, Richard and Zeus withdrew. I returned to one of the websites I had been on when I had been interrupted and resumed my conversation there. It lasted barely another ten minutes.
Richard reappeared, visibly angered, and said that we needed to talk... now. I knew what was coming. We have had a few of these kind of chats. Standing over me, Richard went on about how he shouldn't have to alter his regular habits to accommodate me. I asked if he regularly woke up at 4:30 in the morning to watch cartoons. (Previously, I had never seen him up before 7:30 am.) Apparently this wasn't the point. He said that he wanted to watch cartoons. I said that I had asked him nicely if he could watch them in the bedroom and he had agreed. Richard said that after he had returned to the bedroom, he had become so infuriated that I told him not to watch cartoons that he had to say something to me. At this time I experienced an adrenal rush and began to tremble with anger. I told Richard that I never said that he couldn't watch television at that moment and then included the fact that I had wondered why I hadn't heard the television turn on in the bedroom shortly thereafter. Richard said that I had told him not to watch cartoons.
Needless to say, 45 minutes and 2 cigarettes later, Richard retired to the bedroom again, but not before he had said that he thought we needed a break from each other and not before I said that that I wasn't sorry that I'd asked him NICELY to watch cartoons in the bedroom at 4:45 in the morning. Since then, I haven't heard anything. No cartoons. The cable works just fine in the bedroom. Perhaps he has fallen asleep again, finally. The silence is not complete, however. I can hear birds outside the window and the sounds of Boston waking up.
Yesterday, sans help, I personally cleaned Richard's filthy, mold-colony filled refrigerator and freezer because I couldn't stand the idea of having anything I might eat being housed in such a noisome and unhealthy atmosphere. This included taking out and scrubbing the drawers and racks, and getting down on my hands and knees to clean the very bottom of the inside of the refrigerator which was covered in water and disgusting mold-mess. After that, I helped Richard move several pieces of furniture into the basement, including a range that must have weighed 170 pounds. After that, I swept the kitchen and dining room as they were full of dog-hair dust-kittens from our rearrangement.
I am justified in placing myself on a cross here. Halfway through writing the above paragraph, I thought that perhaps it would best belong at the top of this piece, right after my melancholy introduction. I decided against placing it there because: 1. this is how it grew naturally 2. its placement there insures a certain level of moral indignation on behalf of the reader and 3. I would be cheating myself out of great martyr material. Pragmatism demands I make use of that opportunity.
The cloud is now far offshore and has turned white. It is also significantly lower on the horizon, appearing slightly below the level of the Pru's observation deck. It was prettier before it moved down behind the building, which bisects it with stark, angular insistence. I'll not see what the clouds over Boston look like tomorrow morning. I'm still cold. And I'm still not sorry.
No regrets.
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Thich Nhat Hanh's Earth Gathas
Meditations for Mindful Living
http://www.shambhalasun.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=3252&Itemid=244
Adapted from The World We Have: A Buddhist Approach to Peace and Ecology, by Thich Nhat Hanh. © 2008 by Unified Buddhist Church. With permission from Parallax Press, www.parallax.org
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Saturday, August 28, 2010
Tony-b Machine 3
Tony-b Machine 3
A fun and rather addicting beatbox site. Be sure to try all the keys!
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A fun and rather addicting beatbox site. Be sure to try all the keys!
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WWII on Facebook
by Matthew Leeb on March 08, 2010
Full link above. Sample below.
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by Matthew Leeb on March 08, 2010
Full link above. Sample below.
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Iceland, Eyjafjallajökull - May 1st and 2nd, 2010 from Sean Stiegemeier on Vimeo.
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