In 2005, someone sent me a Video file simply titled "Dancing". I enjoyed the attachment so much that every time I upgrade to new computer hardware, I always ensure this file is also transferred.
The movie is of a man, doing this silly dance/jig in places throughout the world, New York, Siberia (on a train), Kenya, Cambodia, etc:
It always amazed me at how many places this young man had traveled. I show this to my kids a few times a year. They love watching and then looking at our globe to see where he is at.
After watching this evening, with Tom and Lib, I was curious about this man's story, (thanks to the power of Google). It turns out, Matt has a website: Where the hell is matt?
I wish I could say that I was responsible for this, but I can't. Six gentlemen from Lewis Center, Ohio built this sand version of the Shoe on the afternoon of 7/22/2009 on Hilton Head, SC.
I had many years of piano as a kid and still love it today. This young woman is extraordinary. If you have the time, at work, or doing some thing else, just listen.. it's all improvisation... and that's quite amazing. 0 Around 13 minutes, she discusses how she composes; and around 16 minutes 50 seconds, Goldie Hawn shows up to help out with an on the fly improvisation.
I recently took my kids on a two day trip to D.C. While at the Lincoln Memorial, a men's A Capella Group from Oxford University gave an impromptu concert. They were quite amazing.
Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands; how did your lips feel on mine? Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks, the white statues that have neither voice nor sight. I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten your eyes. Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will do me irreparable harm. Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls. I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window. Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting stars, falling objects.
Opera. Ya that's right. Give to your local opera. Some who have never taken the time to appreciate opera, might think its stuffy and boring. I love punk, death metal, classic rock, classical, and opera. The thing I like about opera, is that they are all pretty much the same. Some one is always trying to get laid, someone is getting laid, someone is being cheated on, some one is heartbroken, and someone dies. In every opera, you will experience many many extreme emotions.
Any way, I thought I would link a few of my favorites. Great pieces of work. Hopefully you will enjoy them..
As a parent, and hopefully, a good teacher, one tries to find information relevant to your own childs learning experience.
Tom and I sit here at least a few minutes every night going over something new. I don't watch TV. It's been a long while since I watched a program regularly. The online world is, well... what you make of it.... to me... simply an amazing place that I wish I could share always... TV... not my favorite place and well.. I often think... "kill your tv" is a good moto. I could be wrong.
Anyway, a few weeks ago, the boy and his class were studying Ancient Egypt... and from that... I found this:
Amazing when you think about it how long it took to carve this. What would cause a man, a society of men, a country to put so much effort into this???
When I was in high school, I read a version of Julius Caesar. I cheated back then, reading cliff notes. I hated it.... The story line was kind of difficult to keep up with and besides, girls were more important then school. I remember reading the last few pages after we were to have finished and finding myself amazed by one scene....it stuck out and, well I memorized it.
When you think about each day that we have, it's really a gift or an opportunity to take advantage of. My kids and their imagination remind me of this every day.... to be someone new... to pretend.. to imagine. You never know when its all going to be over...
Anyway, here's the line that I memorized... as best as I can remember it some twenty years later...
"If man were to know the end of this days business, there it come, would it suffice him to know that this day will end? Then the day be known. For if we meet again, then we will smile. If we do not, then our parting was well made.".
The following video is of a very famous man of Islam, known as Nusrat. He and the members of his band sing with such intensity. To be honest and not to be crass, but I have a good idea of what they are saying, but frankly, I really don't care what it's meaning is.
Someone convinced me long ago, too much of anything is not good. I believe it's true of booze (and other mind altering alternatives), love, religion, work, or play. I'd say that's true of their message; however, the sound and intensity is amazing.
Somewhere in this life, we all have loss, and most often, more then once. It sucks. When this guy sings, it sounds like the period of your life when you have been stung in the soul worse then anything you ever have known; a greater magnitude of pain, delirium, and loss than you ever thought possible.
I had a friend who lived in Kenya for 25 years. He once said to me of the desert: "it's no place for man, son. It's the worse place you could ever imagine, a place you don't want to be". These singers have spent too much time in it. Part I takes some time to get moving, so watch the 2nd first: