Human Under Construction

Man On The Verge

2012-01-27T17:17:00.001-06:00


M. and Mme. Édouard Manet, 1869. By Edgar Degas

"So, I was thinking we could stop by the Snodwell's. She'll soon have the baby and Gretchen says that..."

"Yes, dear."

Wikipaintings

Jen Readies Herself For Actual Thought

2012-01-27T14:14:00.002-06:00

I've been moved to praise some books of late. And move to "throw one against the wall." But the worst kind of book is one I lay aside after reading it with a shrug. I shall expound on this further as thoughts flood my brain. And I will share the books I loved. Maybe even share the book I read that had me thinking, "All this writer wanted to do was get this book sold as a movie." If you want to write a screenplay, prose still with covers on either side with the word "thriller" assigned to it by your publisher is certain one way of doing it.

More to come...

Because...

This is what happens when brain is engaged before engines are revved.

2012-01-27T02:12:00.000-06:00

“I have scars on my hands from touching certain people…Certain heads, certain colours and textures of human hair leave permanent marks on me.”
― J.D. Salinger, Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters and Seymour: An Introduction

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If I had my way we’d sleep every night all wrapped around each other like hibernating rattlesnakes.

— William S. Burroughs

2012-01-27T00:16:00.000-06:00

Her Beasts - Christer Karlstad

2012-01-26T23:54:00.000-06:00

he Reverend Robert Walker Skating on Duddingston Loch

Because skating always has been, and always will be, serious business.

by

Henry Raeburn

2012-01-26T22:52:00.002-06:00

“And she danced; she danced with the music and with the rhythm of earth’s circles; she turned with the earth turning, like a disk, turning all faces to light and to darkness evenly, dancing towards daylight.”

—Anaïs Nin.

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Head of a Walrus ~ Albrecht Dürer, 1521

Most mundane

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A fence post

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My current wallpaper.

2012-01-26T19:24:00.000-06:00

Enthralled with the silky texture of the smoke. No idea who took the photo.

By any other name...

2012-01-26T00:16:00.001-06:00

"I saw this outside a house near where my girlfriend used to live, I had to take a picture of it! 20 minutes later, having saw me take the photo, the owner of the house came out and stomped all the weeds/plants flat. Some people can't see beauty even if its growing on their property."

Emmet Dwyer (he has a good eye and a fantastic photostream at Flickr)

From Above

2012-01-25T22:13:00.000-06:00

What you see from space...

Meanwhile...

2012-01-25T21:06:00.000-06:00

...an Indian man waits patiently for his pants.

NYT, Pictures of the Day

From a two-pint pot

2012-01-25T20:35:00.003-06:00

A mind for ever
Voyaging through strange seas of Thought,

alone.

-William Wordsworth describing Sir Isaac Newton

Many of our greatest men and women began two steps back and kept sliding until force of will took over for fate. From his own memoirs Newton was said to be so small that he could fit into a two-pint pot. His father died four months before his birth and his step-father was as wicked as any fairy tale could provide despite being a Reverend. He hated the man and resented his mother. "Threatening my father and mother Smith to burn them and the house over them."

Sent to his grandmother's (Margery Ayscough) to live, he lived instead in his own world. A world that revolved around invention and experiment. It was said that all he wanted to do was study. His way. His love of Descartes, Copernicus and Galileo was outside of Trinity College, Cambridge's curriculum. It is amazing to think he, on his own, discovered the laws of gravity and motion. If he'd been a sociable man, this may never have happened. If his mother had had her way, the world would have been gifted with another farmer instead of a scientific genius

Newton made strides in mechanics, mathematics, thermodynamics, astronomy, optics and acoustics that changed the world.

Principia Mathematica (1687) is thought to be the single most important book in the history of science.

His quarrel with German mathematician Gottfried Leibniz regarding calculus is renowned. Newton accused Leibniz of plagiarism*. This was no small charge. At the time, Leibniz was was a political adviser to the Duke of Hanover, was consider the first true geologist and was both a logician and a metaphysician. The Royal Society was called in to moderate. Strangely, they never called on Leibniz to give his side of the story. They eventually reported that, indeed, Leibniz was a fraud and Newton was the true inventor of the Calculus. That Newton wrote the report himself may have had something to do with the outcome.

He was an unparalleled genius, had a bad temper, and was an introvert. Some think introverted to the point of his having autism. Towards the end of his life, his studies in alchemy and mysticism had his contemporaries think he may have been mad. Perhaps he still knew more than they, or we, do.

"I can calculate the motion of heavenly bodies, but not the madness of people."

- Isaac Newton

My reading of him began with the QI Book of the Dead. And will expand to James Gleick's book called, simply, Isaac Newton. A fascinating and complex man. And more is being discovered about him every day.

Hideous shoe named after him.

Kalmakoff: A Russian in Paris

2012-01-25T18:48:00.000-06:00

Angel of the Abyss

Narcissus

Astarte

And the artist died alone and poor with a vivid body of work left behind him. Disturbing and steeped deeply in mythology, the most beautiful are self portraits (#1 and #2 here).

2012-01-25T18:26:00.000-06:00

From Susannah Blaxil

but does it float

2012-01-24T16:39:00.000-06:00

o small children watching a circus performer practicing on a tightrope. Photograph by Nina Leen. Sarasota, Florida, USA, March 1949.

via Days Gone By

2012-01-24T11:30:00.000-06:00

Massive Attack promo film raising awareness of Reprieve's zero dB - against music torture campaign. To support the cause visit http://zerodb.org/ or www.reprieve.org.uk
Directed by Adam And Olly and filmed in Cambridge University's anechoic chamber.

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Mastication.

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“You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken.”

- Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

2012-01-23T22:30:00.001-06:00

Scott and Zelda posing for Hearst’s International Magazine, May 1923. Zelda called it her “Elizabeth Arden face” and pasted it in her scrapbook.

Nobody knew whose party it was. It had been going on for weeks. When you felt you couldn’t survive another night, you went home and slept and when you got back, a new set of people had consecrated themselves to keeping it alive. Zelda Fitzgerald, Save Me The Waltz

From the angels wanna wear my red shoes and Scott & Zelda Fitzgerald

2012-01-08T20:27:00.001-06:00

Windows, #21 Enlisted men's barracks, The Badlands

"I often see through things right to the apparition itself."

~ Grace Paley (December 11, 1922 - )

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"You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could’ve, would’ve happened… or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on."
— Tupac Shakur

2012-01-07T18:27:00.000-06:00

"I gobbled up the mountains, ate the sky, and drank the sea. Until I was the Universe the Universe was me."
— MacPhisto (Candy, 1968)

2012-01-07T18:23:00.000-06:00

"I do not believe making money in order to consume goods is

mankind’s sole purpose on this planet. If you’re wondering

what I believe our purpose on this planet is, I’ll give you

a hint…it has to do with creating and sharing."

— Bill Hicks

2012-01-07T17:25:00.000-06:00

Alfred Stieglitz, Georgia O’Keeffe Hands, 1919

from in silent agony

2012-01-07T17:20:00.000-06:00

Imagine being out in the middle of a newly frozen lake. Any step you take could put you through the ice and into the water. There are people at the shore. But they aren't watching. They have their own things to deal with. Knowing you have to make a move, you make that first step. And you go through. And no one knows. There is no Superman. No fairy tale prince to save you. You have to get out and make it to shore on your own. So you start to swim. You're scared but determined. And you are very angry.

Me, yesterday.

2012-01-07T17:06:00.000-06:00

In my head, the operator is passed out on the board.

2012-01-07T16:59:00.002-06:00

From Katharine Hepburn’s 1981 interview with Barbara Walters:

Hepburn: “I have not lived as a woman. I have lived as a man…I’ve just done what I damn well wanted to and I made enough money to support myself. And I ain’t afraid of being alone.”

Walters: “Is that why also you wear pants?”

Hepburn: “No, I just wore pants because they’re comfortable.”

Walters: “Do you ever wear a skirt, by the way?”

Hepburn: “I have one.”

Walters: “You have one.”

Hepburn: “I’ll wear it to your funeral.”

From Old Hollywood

A Page Turned

2012-01-06T01:52:00.000-06:00

from heart-shaped-apple

2012-01-06T01:38:00.000-06:00

“We leave the bed where your fingers
are a wide surprise, where your tongue
tells me slow stories. I watch you,
in the daylight, bring your hand
to your face, to your mouth. I tuck
pieces of myself behind
in the tangle of our bodies.”

Kim Ports

2012-01-06T01:16:00.000-06:00

“We are lonesome animals. We spend all our life trying to be less lonesome. One of our ancient methods is to tell a story begging the listener to say — and to feel — ”Yes, that’s the way it is, or at least that’s the way I feel it. You’re not as alone as you thought.”

John Steinbeck, from “In Awe of Words,” The Exonian, 75th anniversary edition, Exeter University (1930)

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Kristeenyoung

2012-01-05T23:47:00.000-06:00

Go to Gotye

2012-01-05T22:43:00.000-06:00

Hawk Perched on Gauntlet of a Falconer

Unknown Artist, British

Metro Museum of Art

2012-01-05T21:09:00.000-06:00

The illusion of freedom will continue as long as it’s profitable to continue the illusion. At the point where the illusion becomes too expensive to maintain, they will just take down the scenery, they will pull back the curtains, they will move the tables and chairs out of the way, and you will see the brick wall at the back of the theatre.

Frank Zappa

from Mid Thought

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I like to watch this with my iTunes cranked when I am in a foul mood. Current fave song to listen to as she falls? Al Green - Take Me To The River

From No You Shut Up

2012-01-04T16:47:00.000-06:00

At every moment of our lives, we have one foot in a fairy tale and the other in the abyss. —

Paulo Coelho

2012-01-02T08:59:00.000-06:00

David: How 'bout if you help me? See, I've got this little problem. I've got a stalker.
Sofía: It doesn't sound life threatening.
David: But I need a cover. I need for you to pretend we're having a scintillating conversation, and you are wildly entertained. [Both laugh] I know it's tough.
Sofía: I'll improvise.
David: She's across the room and burning a hole in my back now, isn't she?
Sofia: Red dress, strappy shoes? [David nods] Wow. She's really staring at you.
David: Shit.
Sofia: And she seems to be crying. I think she's the saddest girl to ever hold a martini.

quote from Vanilla Sky

2011-12-29T15:33:00.000-06:00

"Dress suitably in short skirts and strong boots, leave your jewels in the bank, and buy a revolver."

Countess Markievicz, 19th century Irish revolutionary.

Look Away

2011-12-28T21:14:00.000-06:00

From The Unseen Eye: Photographs from the Unconscious
W. M. Hunt

The Unseen Eye: Photographs from the Unconscious presents a wonderfully idiosyncratic and compelling collection of photographs assembled around a particular theme: in each image, the gaze of the subject is averted, the face obscured or the eyes firmly closed. The pictures present a catalog of anti-portraiture, characterized at first glance by what its subjects conceal, not by what the camera reveals.

2011-12-28T02:21:00.000-06:00

And it's time, time, time that you lost...

And it's Time Time

Time

And it's Time Time

Time

And it's Time Time Time

That you love

And it's

Time Time Time

And it's

Time

Time Time that you love.

Well, the smart money's on Harlow,
And the moon is in the street.
The shadow boys are breaking all the laws.
And you're east of East St. Louis,
And the wind is making speeches,
And the rain sounds like a round of applause.

Napoleon is weeping in the Carnival saloon,
His invisible fiance is in the mirror.
The band is going home,
It's raining hammers, it's raining nails.
Yes, it's true, there's nothing left for him down here.

Chorus:

And it's Time Time Time
And it's Time Time Time
And it's Time Time Time
That you love
And it's Time Time Time

And they all pretend they're Orphans,
And their memory's like a train.
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away.
And the things you can't remember,
Tell the things you can't forget. That
History puts a saint in every dream.

                     Well she said she'd steak around
                                    Until the bandages came off.
But these mamas boys just don't know when to quit.
And Matilda asks the sailors "are those dreams
Or are those prayers?
So just close your eyes, son
And this won't hurt a bit."

Chorus

Well, things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl.
The boys just dive right off the cars
And splash into the street.

And when she's on a roll she pulls a razor
From her boot and a thousand
Pigeons fall around her feet.

So put a candle in the window
And a kiss upon his lips,
Till the dish outside the window fills with rain
Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart           And play the fiddler off till i come back again.

Well it's time, time, time.

             And it's Time Time Time

                              And it's Time Time Time
                                                  That

You                    Love

And it's Time Time Time



                                             And it's Time
                                                                Time                                                Time

                            That you love

And it's time, time, time.

2011-12-28T01:23:00.001-06:00

Retake the falling snow: each drifting flake
Shapeless and slow, unsteady and opaque,
A dull dark white against the day’s pale white
And abstract larches in the neutral light.
And then the gradual and dark blue
As night unites the viewer and the view,
And in the morning diamonds of frost
Express amazement: Whose spurred feet have crossed
From left to right the blank page of the road?

2011-12-20T16:48:00.000-06:00

For most of us, there is only the unattended

Moment, the moment in and out of time,

The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight,

The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning

Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply

That it is not heard at all, but you are the music

While the music lasts.

T. S. Eliot, from “The Dry Salvages”

2011-12-20T15:10:00.000-06:00

"You’re an interesting species. An interesting mix. You’re capable of such beautiful dreams, and such horrible nightmares. You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone, only you’re not. See, in all our searching, the only thing we’ve found that makes the emptiness bearable, is each other."
- Carl Sagan

Business as usual

2011-12-05T22:49:00.000-06:00

Undaunted by a night of German air raids in which his store front was blasted, a shopkeeper opens up the morning after for "business as usual" in London.

From The Atlantic

What If Everyone Saw This Facebook Status?

2011-12-04T22:20:00.000-06:00

What If Everyone Saw This Facebook Status?

2011-12-04T14:59:00.000-06:00


1922 Girls’ Rifle Team, University of Maryland

From Uncertain Times

Ali Farka Toure & Toumani Diabate - Kala Djula

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From Justice League Animated

Bad Lands

2011-11-30T14:56:00.002-06:00

Me, today.

2011-11-23T14:45:00.000-06:00

Ideas are Bulletproof

Wov

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“Hände” (1928) - Miklos Bandy

imagination brigade

Brought down to earth.

2011-11-20T17:46:00.001-06:00

When Doris showed up at the Mood Party wearing a balloon dress (she claimed it was uplifting), Jake quickly went after her with a pin (he said he was a stickler for details).

From hot balloon blog

Miss This

2011-11-20T13:25:00.000-06:00

From GIF Movie

Maxence Cyrin - Where Is My Mind (The Pixies Piano Cover)

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Feel I lead a charmed life after being spared the early snow that has buried the east coast. Treated to a light rain and upper 50 degree temps, the outside experience can be done sans coat, gloves and winter boots - for now. May all who have snow see it melt before the next winter dumpery.

2011-10-30T01:37:00.000-05:00

Eric Rondepierre - the Moires collection

Found at Mossbone

2011-10-30T01:07:00.000-05:00

James Rhodes - captured my soul with his playing.

2011-10-29T22:31:00.000-05:00

Excessive Cuteness Alert!

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"There are suspect places

I must live in my lantern"

— T. S. Eliot, from “Love Songs” in The Waste Land and Other Poems

Karen and the Bird

2011-10-29T03:51:00.000-05:00

I live here when the desert freezes.

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My Meds

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Harvest Heart

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Paul Gauguin at the harmonium in Alphonse Mucha’s Studio, Paris 1893

me

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A Pygmy Marmoset (Callithrix pygmaea) among of the hairs of a keeper at a primate rescue and rehabilitation center near Santiago, Chile on August 3, 2010. The Pygmy Marmoset, known as the world’s smallest monkeys and under danger of extinction, was confiscated after being found inside the clothes of a Peruvian citizen during a highway police check at the northern city of Antofagasta. (REUTERS/Ivan Alvarado)

In Praise of Daze

2011-10-29T02:29:00.001-05:00

I once spent a lovely spring day traipsing through the woods with a dear soul friend who had saved my life by existing.

Fellow survivors look as each other and wink - they too have been to hell and back. Hells built and filled with hot hate of others dark realities the world offers on paper plates that can't hold the weight or those silent, dark hells we create for ourselves. The silent ones; the ones with the hidden crevices, the veiled river of memories, the places we go to sulk or scream but only inside for outside is gray order. NOTHING out of place.

We had met there, on the edge of the gray. That day was to take us from there to the life, the colors, feelings dug up on sandy bottoms of deep lakes and brought up for a view of the sun held in a perfect sky. We hid in the woods for weeks, at first, bonding with conifers, sleeping on their discarded foliage. Mornings were brutally bright but full of promise. Escaping to the beach one day, we saw our next refuge.

The lake had hauled great branches from distant shores and strewn them about the soft white sand in cavalier piles. To us they were the remains of great, majestic beasts that were no more. Creeping among them, caressing their worn limbs, we could see stories of lives longer our mere craniums could conceive of. The wooden bones of once vertical wonders were our kin. And we honored their passing.

As we walked along the beach so soft and so white we had no choice but to be swept up in full daylight and being alive. A parade of green grass called to us and we ran like children.

Green.

All greens.

Every green.

On each blade of grass within this cloistered lawn was revealed the pageantry lady nature presents to those who bend low and look through lysergic eyes. Every blade was it's own shade of green. The color of life. The color of wellness. The color of my eyes. As we lay with our backs crushing the soft blades, the sun danced above us and the trees sang, each it's own voice but in harmony. Their voices soft whispers that could rend a soul sane.

The sanity was more than I could take.

On the edge of our glade, a sculpture had been erected. A crude thing. No art to it. No song. Metal jutting out of the earth at painful angles as chains hung in ordered rows. The chains had their own burdens. Burdens I happily placed my ass on and my angel and I began to swing.

The trees thrummed a new song, the sun did a jig and we swang until we grew up. But as we now walk the land among you, know that our bones are made of stories. We still pull the occasional resinous needle from our hair. We hear the trees wondrous songs play ever on. And the gray silent hell can not call us back anymore.

2011-10-29T01:45:00.000-05:00

What my dreams have been doing with me of late.

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"You, too, seeping memories, as we spin in place. An epiphyte: a love nest. Inextricable, shadow for shadow, rhyme for rhyme."

— Aaron Shurin, from “Steeped”

2011-10-29T00:29:00.000-05:00

"Sooner or later in life everyone discovers that perfect happiness is unrealizable, but there are few who pause to consider the antithesis: that perfect unhappiness is equally unattainable. The obstacles preventing the realization of both these extreme states are of the same nature: they derive from our human condition which is opposed to everything infinite."
— Primo Levi, Survival in Auschwitz

2011-10-19T18:55:00.000-05:00

"I guarantee you that no modern story scheme, even plotlessness, will give a reader genuine satisfaction, unless one of those old-fashioned plots is smuggled in somewhere. I don’t praise plots as accurate representations of life, but as ways to keep readers reading. When I used to teach creative writing, I would tell the students to make their characters want something right away—even if it’s only a glass of water. Characters paralyzed by the meaninglessness of modern life still have to drink water from time to time. One of my students wrote a story about a nun who got a piece of dental floss stuck between her lower left molars, and who couldn’t get it out all day long. I thought that was wonderful. The story dealt with issues a lot more important than dental floss, but what kept readers going was anxiety about when the dental floss would finally be removed. Nobody could read that story without fishing around in his mouth with a finger. "

- Kurt Vonnegut to the Paris Review

TEM olfactory epithelium epithelial cells nose nasal cavity cilia

2011-10-18T13:32:00.002-05:00

Smell receptor. Colored transmission electron micrograph (TEM) of a section through the olfactory (smell) epithelium of the nose. At center (orange) is an olfactory receptor cell body. At its top two long, modified non-motile cilia project into the liquid lining of the nasal cavity. The cilia are thought to be the sites of interaction between odoriferous substances and the receptor cells. Surrounding the receptor cell are the supporting cells with surface microvilli (finger-like). Within the cells, mitochondria (purple) & endoplasmic reticulum (flattened sacs) are seen. Magnification: x2,130 at 6x7cm size. Magnification: x7,300 at 10x8 inch size.

Blind Pilot - Three Rounds and a Sound

2011-10-13T12:10:00.000-05:00

With no P.A. - last night from the Madison show. Magic.

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Peleş Castle, Sinaia

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Peleş Castle, Sinaia, a photo by bob9billion on Flickr.

Selective viewpoint

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Selective viewpoint, a photo by shiraz anwar1 on Flickr.

The large forest gecko (Gekko smithii) is a lizard from the forests of South-East Asia. In bright light, the blue-green iris of the gecko’s eye constricts to form a slit-shaped pupil featuring four tiny pinholes.

from Electric Orchids

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Proof

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Notabatman

2011-09-04T01:29:00.000-05:00

“Sit down, my dear,” said Mr. Jarndyce. “This, you must know, is the growlery. When I am out of humour, I come and growl here.”

“You must be here very seldom, sir,” said I.

“Oh, you don’t know me!” he returned. “When I am deceived or disappointed in—the wind, and it’s easterly, I take refuge here. The growlery is the best-used room in the house….”

Bleak House, by Charles Dickens

2011-09-04T01:20:00.000-05:00

Aging women mourn while they go to market,
buy fish, figs, tomatoes, enough “today” to
feed the wolf asleep under the table
who wakes from what dream?
What but loss comes round with the changing season?

Marilyn Hacker, “A Braid of Garlic”

Human Under Construction

Man On The Verge

Jen Readies Herself For Actual Thought

Henry Raeburn

Most mundane

A fence post

My current wallpaper.

By any other name...

From Above

Meanwhile...

From a two-pint pot

The Ten Brightest Stars

Kalmakoff: A Russian in Paris

A Page Turned

Look Away

Business as usual

What If Everyone Saw This Facebook Status?

Ali Farka Toure & Toumani Diabate - Kala Djula

Bad Lands

Me, today.

Wov

Brought down to earth.

Miss This

Maxence Cyrin - Where Is My Mind (The Pixies Piano Cover)

Excessive Cuteness Alert!

Karen and the Bird

I live here when the desert freezes.

My Meds

me

In Praise of Daze

What my dreams have been doing with me of late.

TEM olfactory epithelium epithelial cells nose nasal cavity cilia

Blind Pilot - Three Rounds and a Sound

Peleş Castle, Sinaia

Selective viewpoint

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