And I believe that's one year of posts.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Harmonizin': Shaking Like a Leaf
And then the no less goofy video version, which reminds me of one of Schlachty's pieces:
Man, I used to listen to this album non-stop. But that was in another country, etc. etc.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Harmonizin': Pale Moon
Shannon McNally, singing a good song:
She has a nice little live album with a great title: "North American Ghost Music Live," which contains a version of "My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys" that makes me wish I was a cowboy.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Perspective, Part 6
Courtesy of Le Frank, who also tells me this only works if you're looking at the tree from the north side.
Perspective, Part 5
No pictures, just a nicely rambling essay by Roger Ebert, over here, about a whole bunch of stuff. Worth a read.
Perspective, Part 4
John Cleese's eulogy to Graham Chapman.
Tip of the hat to A.L. McQueen for this one.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Perspective, Part 3
You'll have to click on this one to see it, on the left side, near the planet, between the inner rings and the paler G ring. Earth as seen from Saturn, Sept. 15, 2006.
From the Cassini Imaging Central Laboratory for OPerations, CICLOPS.
Perspective, Part 2
The famous Pale Blue Dot photo - Earth as seen from Voyager 1 from 4 billion miles away, on February 14, 1990.
Sagan:
Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there--on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.
It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.
Originally from Sagan's book, Pale Blue Dot, which is pretty good, but more immediately from the Planetary Society's website.
Over the Rhine at the Majestic, 11-15-08, Part 3
Most of these are from the band performing "The Trumpet Child," I think.
And the second encore:
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