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I found this to be very interesting stylistically.... well done!
Still pondering on ultimate schema....
Maybe I'll stick with it.
Some things aren't about clarity and easy meaning.
Impression.
Ism.

"Burning Giraffes in Brown" by Salvadore Dali

Ouch! Being burned is big time.
Even a little itty burn on your finger niggles at you night and day until the itchy healing part comes along.

1, 2, 3... burns of memory:

-In my grandmother's kitchen, about 3 feet in was a pole from floor to ceiling, passing from floor to floor. I guess it was part of the heating system of the building, but I had not then memorized the fact that one should never touch it just in case it was in boiling mode. A pole seems a likely thing to hold onto and lean against.... and all it took was once for me to burn my hand crispy to never do it again. I still remember what it felt like.

-In high school, there was this boy with a motorcycle. It was my first time ever to be invited to climb aboardone, and I went for it with great enthusiasm. I did not know that you do NOT place your naked ankle against the exhaust pipe. I know it now. That is absolutely for sure. Wanting to be cool.... I torturedly rode the whole scenic route, thanked him, and bid adieu before going to my room to cry from the consuming pain. Another important lesson.

-My grandmother moved in with my parents when she could no longer care for herself. One of her great accomplishments for which she was rightfully proud all of her life was her cooking and baking - absolutely MAKING the treats of family celebrations and smaller meals too. So when she wasn't allowed to cook anymore for fear of accidentally leaving something on or too close to the flame, it was a devastating blow for her. I would come from Seattle to keep her company when my parents went on trips and such,  and one time, I thought, empathetically, with supervision, she could make her delicious matzoh pancakes, made in boiling oil. I guess you can see this one coming. I turned away for just the second when the oil met her hand and boils immediately started welting up. She had a very high tolerance for pain, but sitting with her in the hospital for treatment was one of the worst days I can ever remember. Poor Gram. My fault, really.

-4: Tried to keep the cat from sitting on the wood stove in Cumberland... or walking on its surface even, so that when it was roaring inside, she wouldn't be hurt. One time it was going nice and hot... and she leapt from the chair to the floor via the stove top. I never saw a cat move so quickly from one surface to another. Poor baby, but she moved superfelinedly so that she wasn't hurt, seemingly. No complaining... but I felt horrid. Didn't do it again, though. All it takes is once.

The moral of the story, I guess.

These last seven years when I've been sick and then moved back to New Jersey, I've noticed that Change is harder than it used to be.

They can be little, middle, or big changes - no matter.

Things moving and swirling about... and I not able to be an acceptable - to me - assistance, is a right pain.

It's like sitting in the center of a timeless state and watching the world sped up going on all around.

Being centered helps, but overstimulation seems to get in the way.

Just sitting here, typing and whinging away. Inside, mostly, I hope.

I've heard a new study that says that complaining makes you more creative.

Odd one, that. But if true, I have a lot to gain, though I try hard not to do the whining thing.

Really.

"Complaint Department" - Tin Sign

I loved this movie ("Orlando") so much, that I 'made' everyone I could get hold of watch it - especially when it was still in theaters, though I continued on with VHS and DVD to be pleasantly pleading.

I'm not proud of it, but I don't get teased as much by loved ones for "Orlando" as I regularly get teased for suggesting "The Black Robe" way back in the day. Interestingly, the same actor is in both films.

I hope I've learned my lesson.

It's odd, as I'm not usually in the recommending business, but I seem to be doing it a lot on here. I guess blogging brings out the brute in me.

I do love this version of "Pavanne" the best as the drums really add something of the times to it (in the movie, I mean). I wish I could've embedded the actual dance scene from the film, but this clip only has a slide show effect. It's actually not as bad as some, and better than most... especially if you relax and loosen your eyeballs a bit. Wait! not THAT much. They should continue to be inserted.  ;)

Oh, well - folks...

Couldn't help myself - had to stay on the Morcheeba route and hear something from each of the solo singers. Of course the foundation of the band is the same - the Godfrey brothers... and it's interesting to see their directional shifts.

Thanks for bearing with me, and if you absolutely can't... I totally understand.

It's late o'clock obsession.

Hope you're all tucked up and dreaming sweetly by now... depending on your time zone, of course, and the other variable: when you read this. Probably won't be reading and dreaming at the same time, but you never know.

Memories coming on back...

The first tune is with Skye Edwards singing, "Slow Down" on "Charango."

The second is sung by guest singer Jody Sternberg: "Everybody Loves a Loser" on "The Antidote." On their most recent album, "Dive Deep," she was made lead singer along with others from a variety of countries.

Hope it's good late o'clock music por vous...

"Beach and Dunes, Manistee, Michigan"

Michigan is great
The lake, fields, and the whole state.
Haven't gone? should soon!

I love Michigan.
I've driven cross-country eight times, and it was one of the loveliest places I ever remember visiting.
We stopped by a quiet stretch of road with an incredible birch grove and lush meadow
To have our brown-bagged lunch.

It was one of the most restful places I've been on this planet.
I know there are also many BIG cities in and around the place,
But the lake is so big it has waves...
And many unusual sandstoney structures swirling upward.

Go someday and find a bit of paradise if you see fit.

I find this piece of experimentation very soothing sound-wise, but also visually.
I've always been very interested in electronics, but the furthest I've gotten is teaching 6th grade electrical circuitry.
There's nothing disturbing here, though a person might wonder what's coming next.
Relaxation, in my opinion.
The board looks so beautiful to me; I wonder how he set it up - there are dials and slots and lovely wires...
A mystery of the first degree.... oh, sweet mystery.

Here's the description by Chris Carter - just like the x-files head man, but I don't know how this artist would take that.
I loved the show until the last season; but to be fair, I had to stop watching so I don't know for sure - just a guess.
Enjoyed the first movie; the second one just made me sad... shedding potential like that.
Again, just my opinion.

"This is a brief tribute I made to the experimental work of the BBC Radiophonic Workshop who recently staged a performance in London, that I couldn't attend. All the sounds and loops originate from the BC8 synth, the Gakken SX-150 synth and the BugBrand Weevil synths. All the effects and processing is done with the Boss pedals. Oh yeah... and I did the whole thing 'upside down'."

It's just that kind of night.
When your heart leaves your body and takes flight.
What is one of the first things the heart encounters...
Music...
Song of the soul of the planet and ourselves.

Here can be found some information about Baba Zula:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baba_Zula

The night draws late and the whole world's music is calling.
Though it's night here; not everywhere - no matter.
A lifetime's adventure... that.
To hear.
To listen.
To dance.
With all of your self.