http://www.clairesdotcom.com/labyrinth/other/junklady01.jpg
When I get the energy to gather garbage toward the special event of garbage night twice-weekly, it is one of my best(est) days! Getting to the point in life where I want to trim down my possessions. I feel like the "Junk Lady" in the classic movie, "Labyrinth," as I've always been an absurd packrat. Every card or letter ever sent to me (remember those papery things in the mail box?)
Unfortunately, the junk lady was not able to make it through the labyrinth due to her possessions' hold over her mind... and the weight on her back too. That's how I feel often... weighted down by thoughts of things, and I don't like it.
Once you get a thing, it's possible to become emotionally or even obsessively atttached to it, eh, and that's where the trouble starts. Storage. Protection. Space. Clutter. Ugh. The worst part is the mental box it goes into, where you must visit perodically to make sure you're still sane (is it there? yes. coast is clear until next viewing).
Don't know why I'm using the pronoun, "you," as I am most likely the only human being on earth to have ever felt that way... oh, except the creators of the screenplay and movie, "Labyrinth." <wink> They depicted it in a way that has been a visual touchstone for me... and a warning - all these years since it came out in 1986. That would be, er... nearly 23 years of hunchbacked contemplation.
And worth every nickel.Garbage night tonight! Hope for a juicy one!
Is this not the true indication of celebration and glory?
I was near Mumbai in 1986 for Holi, and it's so freeing, like a snowball play-fight of rainbows. Songs. Frequency.
I had to borrow and link back to Clementine's blog, as I thought people should actually see it to investigate further.... contagion! One hopes, anyway.
Thank you for sharing your beautiful blog, Ms. ReflectionOf.Me. I ABSOLUTELY love it! All of it.
From
http://reflectionof.me/celebration-of-colors
comes... this
Favorite this
"Firekites - AUTUMN STORY - chalk animation"
Interesting and similar to the "Moto" moving graffiti you can see on YouTube...
People lead such interesting - and creative - lives - a slight variation from the famous Monsters Manicure episode of Bugs Bunny tm.
Here is the picture of the movie DVD cover art that goes with my earlier post, "Top of the Food Chain."
http://www.amazon.com/Horseman-Roof-Juliette-Binoche/dp/B00008979K/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=dvd&qid=1240970293&sr=1-1
Miramax Films, 1996French w/English (easy) subtitles
Forgot to put it in the first time around...
This is truly amazing (- and high quality -) because it's all done in one take. Lots of planning behind all the fun you see.
" mce_href="http://www.vimeo.com">www.vimeo.com is a high-definition addition to your youtube or other web video viewing.Not for nothing, but for years I blathered on about my disagreement with a theory saying that human beings are the best adapted, biologically most gifted, , pretty much without predators, top of the food chain type beings... let's just say - maybe it's not entirely correct? Other people have pioneered that countertheory way before and after me. Little tiny beings - bacterium, fungi, viruses... these are our predators, not counting occasional run-ins with shark, large felines or canines, and some deadly reptiles and arthropods in the mix... Percentage-wise, it's pretty compelling.By far it's the tiny things that are most likely to get a person down. The things that ride along inside, are shared, that help beat one's own system. It's been that kind of evening here. That I'm thinking about the swine flu when I should pay attention to more pressing things closer to my heart and home.Humans can be very silly indeed.There are so many movies that depict what panicked crowds are like. Doesn't do a lot of good in those movies... or in real life. Eh, what? Stay away from the tachycardia stuff. It's not good for you. Humans can also do it up nicely... when given good help along the way!One of my favorite movies - odd as it sounds - is "The Horseman on the Roof." You learn a lot about cholera and that period of European history's resultant cultural shift, but the thing that moves me the most is the dignity and strength of character preserved in the face of panic and governmental breakdown, especially in our heroes. Check it out sometime, if you're ever feeling like a GOOD (and instructive) epidemic movie. I love the cinematography as well.... .
Here by virtue of LLL Compositions, is Robert Savage and the band that wrote to me on MySpace this morning.
http://www.lonelylondonlad.com/index.phpThe cover art is pretty cool, and there's both a music and video sampler that, if you watch, you really should watch until the end, because - like the weather - it changes quickly from style to style, both visually and musically.
Their CD is coming out very soon. And it's a double CD too.. which is always a rarer type of the species. From the samplers you can get a decent idea of the range of music you'll be hearing - looks like they made the effort to pack a lot into those 4 minutes. You might like it or get an earworm... or not. Varied world and nice to have options.
All the best to the lonely lonely lad from old London town and the two from the New World ;).
http://www.connollyco.com/discography/grateful_dead/terrapin.html
Hi there, S.F. and any other comers. As promised, this is the story of our meeting with founder and guitarist for the Grateful Dead, Jerry Garcia... as well as most of the rest of the band.
It was back in the 70’s – The “Terrapin Station” tour. I lived in a room in a nearby house whilst going to college, and my housemate always had these cool connections to interesting experiences. He invited me to go with him to the Grateful Dead show, and he had backstage passes for both of us.
We were seated in the 12th row on the floor, by the center aisle, and everybody in that row – I still don’t know how we managed this feat – wound up standing on the tip tops of the backs of the folding chairs, holding onto each other for dear life…. Sort of sway-dancing besides. Seems physically impossible as I look back on it.
At some point during an intermission, I believe it was, we went and flashed our badges after my housemate had first gone back to check out the territory. It was at the large concert hall in Philly. Was it the Spectrum? Think so.
Anyway, we went back, and it was like landing on a whole different planet. People were quickly moving here and there, all on some sort of a mission. To the right was a gate, with so many people trying to get in. Bob Weir was picking out a few girls to bring back into their area.
In the hallway, a bitter argument broke out between Donna and Keith Godchaux (singer and keyboardist and married couple – all at the time), and they were screaming nose-to-nose at each other, inching farther and farther apart down the hall of stacked chairs. I cannot for the life of me remember what the argument was about. My mind was spinning thoughts like, “Wow – these are two famous and talented people about to throw chairs at each other! What to do?” My mouth might’ve been hanging open, though I hope not.
We proceeded into the main lounging area, and to the right was a toilet bowl filled with spaghetti! I never saw anything like it, and I sure hope it was a pristine brand new, thoroughly scrubbed bowl. Everything did look extremely clean and shiny. ;)
I guess it was the only thing large enough to hold enough food for everyone… I have no idea.
When we went into the inner sanctum, you could really feel the energy in that room.
The guys from the band, without Bob and Keith, were all sitting about – guitars and other instruments twinkling around the room. It may well have been one of the first times that I felt the kind of energy that someone famous – with the personality to become that projective to so many people – uses to radiate and fill rooms of any size.
As you can imagine, I was feeling a bit shy in such esteemed company, but I’d absolutely loved their music for such a long time, and had seen them live before, so I could be genuine when I was introduced, thanking them from my heart for their music.
I didn’t gush, you would’ve been proud of me (probably because I’d so recently seen it demonstrated to bizarre extremes at the gate, with arms reaching through).
They were so gentlemanly, and soft-spoken, and I felt a sort of natural welcoming and gratitude that surprised me, as they must’ve heard this sort of thing every single day of their lives.
I left utterly charmed after about a half hour total, listening cross-legged on the floor to their banter, and then found my way back to where I climbed back on the top of my chair with arms outstretched to folks on either side for the second half of the show. It was an amazing concert… as have been so many of theirs. That was the only time I had an opportunity to meet them, but I would have to say that the last times I saw them before Jerry passed away – in Eugene, Oregon – for a weekend of camping and two days of concerts – was the best and brightest of them all.
That story is for another time.
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"On June 24th 2008, Jacek has been awarded a honorary plate by the city of Torun. Jacek was born in this city lived there and graduated the local Fine Arts Academy.
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His art is surrealistic and focuses on subject matter other than than the human. I especially like the way he intertwines man made and natural environments to such beautiful effect. See what you think.
"I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where it will go...See the people standing there
Who disagree and never win
And wonder why they don't get in my door....
I'm painting a room in a colorful way
And when my mind is wandering
There I will go."
by Lennon/McCartney
There's nothing to watch for, entertainment-wise, when you listen, so close your eyes and "Cry, Baby, Cry" whilst smiling inside.
When I was in my early teens, so many still important-to-me albums came out, and my friend, Cecily, and I used to go to the Englishtown Auction - the happening place at the time - every weekend.
There was a stall there - one like so many others, but this one had beautiful vinyl albums, imported from England... at amazing prices.
That was our first stop every trip. Then we might run off to go dancing like Fred and Ginger to "Heaven," dancing and laughing cheek to cheek. Or find a pair of jeans to buy... Like fuel, they were a lot less expensive then.
I was so happy with my burgeoning collection; I remember getting this album when it first came out, discovering its treasures, and somehow losing it in a crate of records at my parents' house many years ago. I went off to see the world, and college too, and that was that... with two younger sisters to inherit them, I suppose. I wonder...
Would be nice to have it now, but the memory of holding that in my hands and hearing the crinkly sounds of the beginning border of the album for the first time... is really good enough for me.