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

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.

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

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

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