Thoughts and Deeds

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Elegy for one fine collection

I bought a mac. Thank you, thank you; hold your applause. I am a fairly competent diagnostician when it comes to windows/linux. I am no programmer by any means, and I know people who fly right over my head, but I knew enough to fix what needed fixing, usually. However, it was getting to the point where I was doing more fixin’ than usin’.  So I gave in and bought a mac because I felt like taking a break from worrying too much about the technical side of things.

Now I am not naive enough to believe that with the buying of a mac all of your worries go away, which is why I am constantly paranoid about how many programs I have open and how much hard drive space I have. I want to keep as many things as I can on external drives. I was adding music to my ipod when it happened; Catastrophic failure. My Ipod was deleted. I thought I had it sufficiently backed up my music to my hard drive. Little did I know that all the backup copies skipped because of  a faulty cord.

I lost a lot of music.

I had a very, very decent Jazz collection. I had countless hours of Classical music. Gone. Goodbye. Two year’s work, deleted in a single keystroke.

Fear not, even amongst the burning, smokey, corpse filled remains of my ipod, there is hope. I shall rebuild. I must rebuild. Already the downloads have begun. Slowly but surely Mingus, Brubeck, Baker, Coltrane, Davis, Armstrong and the rest return to me. It will take time, but I am sure that I will come out the other end with an even better collection.

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Trouble in briefing-land?

Robert Gibbs has not had a good month. I lifted this transcript from Politico. Jack tapper and Gibbs get into it.

JT: Robert, two questions — one’s a housekeeping one. In the name of the transparency that you and the President herald so much, is there any way we could get the copies of the waivers that the OMB issues to allow certain Cabinet posts or deputy posts to be free of the ethics constraints you put up? And also the disclosure forms that your nominees put out that go to office of government ethics that somehow they are not able to email or put on the web, is there any way we can get copies of those?

RG: I will check. I don’t know how those forms are distributed.

JT: Based on listening to the president’s rhetoric, I’m sure this is something he would want to do.

RG: Well, knowing of your crystal clarity on his opinion, I’ll certainly check.

JT: He doesn’t believe in transparency?

RG: Did you have another more pertinent question?

JT: I think that’s fairly pertinent to your cabinet nominees and whether not they pay their taxes and whether not they have speaking fees with all sorts of industries you are supposed to regulate, I think that’s fairly pertinent, you don’t?

RG: Obviously, I do. And obviously the President does.

JT OK. A majority of the American people support blocking or making major changes to the stimulus bill, according to the Gallup poll. Are you worried you have lost the process of how the bill is received?

RG: Chuck?

Yikes

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The tree that grows roots in the sky

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Being there

 These two words have captivated my mind as of late. Just the thought of being there. Not “being there”, but really thinking about what else I have to do today. Not “being there”, but worrying about what people think. Just truly being where you are. I heard somebody say recently that a human being is just that: A human (subject), being (verb). Not a “Human doing”, or a “human producing”.

I am beginning to take more and more joy at the pure visceral pleasure of life. The drowning quiet of the pre-dawn hours contrasted by the light bird songs of morning. The interesting patterns in the bottom of a tin pan. The taste of a bad cup of coffee. I find myself walking more and more places, riding my bike more and more places. As Ghandi said, “There is more to life than just trying to speed it up.”

Just thoughts.

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By this time tomorrow… What will we know?

darjeelingdvd2.jpg Some people dislike Wes Anderson and the movies he makes. I am not one of those people so if you are particularly astute you might pick up on a slight bias. This movie is a beautiful experience that communicates a fairly simple message but not necessarily full of simple characters.

Things working for this movie:

  • An Excellent soundtrack. (staple of a Wes Anderson movie)
  • Vibrant visual world that sets the exact atmosphere Wes is going for.
  • Details, Details, Details
  • Great performances by Wilson, Brody, and Shwartzman
  • The increasingly funny fact that there is almost nothing spiritual about their spiritual journey.

While not as funny as his previous films I think that The Darjeeling limited will hold up as just as good of a film as his best.

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A search for meaning

This is a video I made about life.

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Two book titles

So if I write a book. This is what the title of my first magnus opus will be:

“Fiddledy Sticks!” Why Everything you know about epistemology is wrong!

And Ben and I, inspired primarily by the scene that can be viewed below, are working on a four volume epic: “The Gospel according to Goonies” 

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goonies= best movie ever

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A yawn and then…

Waking up to “blue in green” is like falling in love with a new day.

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Another poem

The Wave 

Inspiration
In the truest form.
Something in the mist.
On the edge of existing.
The Movement of the water over the sand.
Graceful in it’s quiet, calm, rhythmic, breath.

Pen to Page
Feasible and tangible
on the tip of your tongue
The feeling remains but the words won’t come
Choppy and uncertain. Tensing then relaxing. Belief then unbelief
The vastness of the sea, building, taking shape.

Furious Transposing
The reason and the rhymne are one
The time has come to pass
He whispers as he walks the way, “No one wave is the last”
The Wave, white capped and fierce crashes against the cliffs
Dread fills my heart as the tide comes in, it’s song my spirits lift

Still
The calm must come to carry on, the cadence of the deeps
I find rest, and am challenged by the secrets that they keep
If truly this is the first of many enigmatic waves
I pray that I might be all caught up and in the beauteous torrent be found safe.

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