My day job
Dont do this too often..but this is kind of a funny view on my day. job..
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Blog Post: The Brother Bombers of Boston, The Life of the Mind Boys, The Thin Veneer, and Vaclev Havel on The World in Our Hands
Last week Monday ethnic Chechnian Cambridge residents Tamerlan and Dzhokhar Tsarnaev planted bombs at Boston Patriot's Day marathon killing three. One killed (Friday early a.m.) and other shot and apprehended (Friday early p.m.) after shoot outs that killed or injured others. City in lock down Friday. Like the deacon said in the church today… It's been an emotional week. And emotion trumps analysis. The constant act of analysis for an inky handed newspaper reader like me (who what where when how and why repeat) - it grinds to a halt starts up again sputters then is fed, fed and overfed because for one thing I'm glued to the tube. and 'life happened while I was making plans.' In a fog I think: We live in at least two worlds. Two Chechnyan bros did to detriment. But there is hope. I see somebody on the street and I (the analytic animal) has to switch gears. I am not crazy. I have to agree these bombers killed three including an eight-year-old boy Little ...
From the Vaults Modern Times
Modern Times Times change and don’t change. So Dylan wrote in notes from his sole Egyptian Records release, a 1996 tribute to Jimmie Rodgers. That notion, that things change but don’t change, has been central to the set of records he began with Time Out of Mind [1997], continued with Love and Theft [2001], and adds to now with Modern Times. As we out here in radioland tend to think of things as trilogies, it is now a trilogy. All and all, it’s been a grand return to form for Dylan. Modern Times stands with the previous two sessions like a Black Panther trackster at the Olympics - head down and fist up, getting a medal while the National Anthem plays. Maybe with an eye on the exit. The return to form is triadic. Modern Times? Who knows? Maybe that’s the key. Have you noticed that what was pre-modern is now post-modern? But what about that Modern?! There is a rich sound here – and hell if it and its immediate antecedents aint likable to the rebirthed art Chaplin offered the world...
From the Vaults Apr5 2008
MUSIC THAT MATTERS TO ZIM - This site hasn’t written about Bob Dylan for awhile. Here goes. He has a new mix out, 2008. His fave raves. Artists Choice: Bob Dylan – Music That Matters To Him . Came into some Starbucks, which is another story, but I said why buy a lot of coffee? So I go in there and buy a CD off the rack. From the Artists Choice series. Bob Dylan – Music That Matters To Zim. And unlike Theme Time Radio show, this has no theme. ‘Stuff I am listening to when you asked what I was listening to’ he explains as the selection criteria. Pee Wee Crayton, The Stanley Brothers, Sol Hoopi and others. Numbers, really. Good discs. Slick records. Unevenly: Life Like. ‘There are a lot of different ways a record can get under your skin,’ he tells Starbucks Entertainment. Anyway it was the best thing I ever got at a Starbucks. There is Pee Wee Clayton guitar intro the spitting image of Revolution by John Lennon and the Beatles. The sad café of Gus Visier French gypsy accordionis...
Sunday funnies on Saturday night: X-9 serial unit
In 1934, Secret Agent X-9 comic strip appeared, produced by Dashiell Hammett and Alex Raymond. Teacher and Writer Bill Blackbeard described Secret X-9 as "The gala wedding of the pulps to the comics." When I was a boy, on Sunday (I'd be baby sitting my sister while my folks went first to church), they used to read the Sunday Funnies on the TV (WTMJ). This was much as I tried to do here. Out of curiosity, I further tried to make it a bit like an old radio show, with sound effects and music. The run time for this is 4:29, and it covers 21 'cels' from the comic strip (at 3 per day, plus Sunday roll up, that might have meant a week), as was discovered in Secret Agent X-9 (Nostalgia Press, 1976) . Blackbeard wrote that X-9 was Hearst's answer to the News Syndicate success known as Dick Tracy.
When will I arrive?
When will I arrive? "Cuando llegare...Cuando llegare al bohio?"* On this day trees root toward heaven here on earth a train fills with clinicians the samba floats half drunken with coffee come here dear mind the gap baby the train wind will suck you in send pop bottles to flying youll get to paradise just not today when you will arrive no one can really say. -Jack Vaughan, Apr 2013 *Al Vaiver de mi Caretta