Monday, December 20, 2010

The Dust of Knowledge

Dense and intense musty yellowing tomes
Silently standing vanguards of collected knowledge, poetry, and prose
Who among you hath last imparted wisdom?
You forgotten and neglected codices
Much as the unattended tree may fall without sound in the forest…
Are its derived pages inked if unread?

Monday, November 15, 2010

A Little Something for Everyone

I found the time to link to YouTube videos for each song. Hopefully the links work.

You Tube Title Artist
LINK Sagitarrius Silver Announcement The Flaming Lips
LINK I'm Bound to Pack it Up The White Stripes
LINK Desire Lines Deerhunter
LINK I Think I Like You Donora
LINK Ready to Start Arcade Fire
LINK Electric Feel MGMT
LINK I Was Born (A Unicorn) The Unicorns
LINK Ladies Of The World Flight Of The Conchords
LINK Honest I Do The Rolling Stones
LINK A Pretty Girl Is Like ... The Magnetic Fields
LINK 1901 (acoustic) Phoenix
LINK So Insane Discovery
LINK The Most Beautiful Girl*  Flight Of The Conchords
LINK Hooting And Howling Wild Beasts
LINK Jack-Ass Beck
LINK Memory Loss The Radio Dept.
LINK After Hours (Closet Mix) The Velvet Underground

Saturday, October 30, 2010

I Don't Recommend Getting in the Water...

But I do highly recommend taking a trip to Great Falls national park. Part of the C&O Canal, the falls are formed because the Potomac River reaches the fall line at this point. The river drops in elevation from 140ft to 10ft over only a 15mile stretch of river (also known at the Potomac Gorge).

At Great Falls specifically, the river drops 60ft is just over half a mile.

The result of this dramatic change in elevation can be seen in the pictures below:
(note: not all were snapped by me).

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Lets Move to the Country

These were taken while wandering around during the famous CONS Ciderfest. An annual event, which I had the pleasure of attending. 

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Did anyone else have such thoughts as a child?

I came across a passage in On the Road that stuck a strong a chord with a memory from my childhood.

"I told Dean that when I was a kid and rode in cars I used to imagine I held a big scythe in my hand and cut down all the trees and posts and even sliced every hill that zoomed past the window. "Yes! Yes!" yelled Dean. "I used to do it too only different scythe--tell you why. Driving across the West with the long stretches my scythe had to be immeasurably longer and it had to curve over distant mountains, slicing off their tops, and reach another level to get at further mountains and at the same time clip off every post along the road, regular throbbing poles. ..." might ask, "Why did that dredge up a childhood memory?"

Saturday, October 2, 2010

10-2-10 Mix

If you like the mix, you can download it using the following link:
10-2-10 Mix.mp3
(right click and "save as")

Friday, September 24, 2010

Namesake Pictures

The name of the blog comes from an old folk song I first became aware of via Bill Callahan. However, as is evidenced by the number photos I have taken in such places, I realized that I myself quite enjoy being amongst the pines. There is something about wading around in the sea of peaceful trunks that is awe inspiring.

On the Road

I should like to think the sentiments expressed below are indeed true, but I lack the ability to draw the comparison to the great american West as was so eloquently done by Jack. Either way, I really like this quote:

"I thought the wilderness of America was in the West till the Ghost of the Susquehanna showed me different. No, there is a wilderness in the East; it's the same wilderness Ben Franklin plodded in the oxcart days when he was postmaster, the same as it was when George Washington was a wildbuck Indian-fighter, when Daniel Boone told stories by Pennsylvania lamps and promised to find the Gap, when Bradford build his road and men whooped her up in log cabins. There were no great Arizona spaces for the little man, just the bushy wilderness of eastern Pennsylvania, Maryland, and Virginia, the backroads, the black-tar roads that curve among the mournful rivers like Susquehanna, Monongahela, old Potomac and Monocacy."

Swimming in the Sky

This playlist has a bit of a different flavor from the one I previously posted. If you have not  heard any of these tracks, I suggest looking around for them as they are well worth a listen.

Title Artist Album
Swimming Field Memory Tapes Seek Magic
Plastic People Four Tet There Is Love In You
Foreground Grizzly Bear Veckatimest
3rd Element Clutchy Hopkins Walking Backwards
Wet Cement Morning Benders Big Echo
Latch Scuba Triangulation
Skinny Love Bon Iver For Emma, Forever Ago
Basic Space The xx xx
Dragonfly Across An Ancient Sky Helios Eingya
All We Ask Grizzly Bear Veckatimest
Nightwalker Trentemøller The Last Resort
Marble house The Knife Silent shout
Vcr The xx xx
Angel Echoes Four Tet There Is Love In You
Breathe Telepopmusik Genetic World

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Monticello Trip

After much trial and tribulation, I figure out how to post a slideshow.
If you click an image while it is on the screen, you will be taken to the Picasa page, where you can get the image full size.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Moments Lost

Moments Lost

Like two ships we pass
In the cool misty night
Silently surfing
Noticed not
Acknowledged not
Each slipping past through the moon be-speckled chop
Meetings and moments lost to the ages
Gone before we hath known of their existence
Paradise lost? 
How is one to ever know

Friday, September 17, 2010

Where the Cold Wind Blows

I am currently on a Bill Callahan kick, and made a playlist to satisfy the need for such things here it be:

Title Artist Album
In The Pines Smog A River Ain't Too Much to Love
Ashamed Deer Tick War Elephant
Could Be Worse Eef Barzelay Lose Big
Two-Headed Boy Neutral Milk Hotel In The Aeroplane Over The Sea
Drinking At The Dam Smog A River Ain't Too Much to Love
Rococo Zephyr Bill Callahan Sometimes I Wish We Were An Eagle
Oh Comely Neutral Milk Hotel In The Aeroplane Over The Sea
Sea Of Love Cat Power Juno OST
An Orchid Atlas Sound Logos
Eid Ma Clack Shaw Bill Callahan Sometimes I Wish We Were An Eagle
Hit the Ground Running Smog Knock Knock

I am not fancy enough to link to the actual music itself...if only there were an easy way to do such a thing

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Random Poems

Haiku for you: 

Flash of clarity
Rises as Smoke From the Fire
Ephemeral Haze

I am still thinking this next one through, but here are things in the current state: 

For every one there is another
For every other a third
Believing vehemently against tenets of your faith

For every on there another
For every other a third
Believing exactly as you

Inevitability drives the twain to meet
The Yin to the Yang
Smoldering emotion
Flash paper ignites
Stormy tempest

Temperance Yin
Temperance Yang
The world benefits if such were exercised

John Muir on Naturalists

I was watching part of the latest Ken Burns documentary “National Parks” and came across a quote that I really liked:

“The man of science, the naturalist, too often loses sight of the essential oneness of all living beings in seeking to classify them in kingdoms, orders, families, genera, species, etc., taking note of the kind and arrangement of limbs, teeth, toes, scales, hair, feathers, etc., measured and set forth in meters, centimenters, and millimeters, while the eye of the Poet, the Seer, never closes on the kindship of all God's creatures, and his heart ever beats in sympathy with great and small alike as "earth-born companions and fellow mortals" equally dependent on Heaven's eternal love.”

It also comes to mind what Nietzsche had to say on the issue:  

“I distrust all systematists and I avoid them. The will to a system represents a lack of honesty.”

Thoughts on the Metro

While traveling to and from on the metro, I am often inclined to wonder, are people too linked to the outside world? Is technology making us too displaced from the outside world. I tried to give those thoughts structure in the following:

I’ve got an app for that

Transposed though
Abandoned place
Shrunken husk
Where is your mind?
Where is your soul?
Donated to the burnished silicon demigod

Life bristles around
Hunting seeking to find you
Screen glow meets it in return

Lost to the cyber realities
Lost to 24/7 accessibility
I think I have an app for that