My Latest Band Crush

Why hadn’t I heard of this band before tonight!? This band… this band is seriously funky, in a low-down, high-rocking, old-school 1970s dirty-soul studio-jam style, bass-driven and informed by that classic Miles Davis funk-fusion groove, yet cut with only the merest hints of the unlikely combination of camp & hip-hop, which keeps it fresh & light as.

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This Land is Mine

After re-watching the videos in my previous two posts (feels like they must have been posted in another lifetime) and some meditation on a theme, I was reminded of one of C’s favorites: Nina Paley with what is possibly her most poignant & post-ironic classics…
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Pale Blue Dot

Profound words of wisdom from Carl Sagan.
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history of the world, i guess

This one really needs no introduction…
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RIP John Clarke

29 July 1948 – 9 April 2017
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The World We Live In Now

I Built A Wall – Phase Two

This retaining wall has been a potential issue for some time now. It was very poorly built to begin with. The only thing done right is that the posts are set solidly in concrete (which is actually as much a curse as a blessing) and nicely angled against the bank. But that’s where it gets a bit shaky, so to speak.

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Alan Watts On Everything

As it says on the tin…
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Don’t Ask Me, I’m Not Laughing

Another Elvis Costello classic
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Joseph Heller

“Catch-22 says they have a right to do anything we can’t stop them from doing.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Yossarian shouted at her in bewildered, furious protest. “How did you know it was Catch-22? Who the hell told you it was Catch-22?”
“The soldiers with the hard white hats and clubs. The girls were crying. ‘Did we do anything wrong?’ they said. The men said no and pushed them away out the door with the ends of their clubs. ‘Then why are you chasing us out?’ the girls said. ‘Catch 22,’ the men said. All they kept saying was ‘Catch-22, Catch-22. What does it mean, Catch 22? What is Catch-22?”
“Didn’t they show it to you?” Yossarian demanded, stamping about in anger and distress. “Didn’t you even make them read it?”
“They don’t have to show us Catch-22,” the old woman answered. “The law says they don’t have to.”
“What law says they don’t have to?”