PLAYFUL SPRITE
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Left, right, left.
Every time I put my music playlist on shuffle mode, this song always manages to squeeze itself in between a long set of calm, acoustic tunes. I suppose it fittingly lives up to its title, “Hell Broke Luce” and yes, Tom Waits' voice scares me every time it comes on. The video, awesomely directed by illustrator, Matt Mahurin, is this crazy-intense badass version of Disney/Pixar’s Up. My two-word review: Holy shit.
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Oh, what I would give to just tap into Bob Dylan’s psyche. Yeah, yeah. I know it’s there in the music…but damn, I just want to know where all those words came from. Hmm.
When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love
When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one there to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love
I know you haven’t made your mind up yet
But I would never do you wrong
I’ve known it from the moment that we met
No doubt in my mind where you belong
I’d go hungry, I’d go black and blue
I’d go crawling down the avenue
There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do
To make you feel my love
The storms are raging on the rollin’ sea
And on the highway of regret
The winds of change are blowing wild and free
You ain’t seen nothing like me yet
I could make you happy, make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn’t do
Go to the ends of the earth for you
To make you feel my love
When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love
When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one there to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love
I know you haven’t made your mind up yet
But I would never do you wrong
I’ve known it from the moment that we met
No doubt in my mind where you belong
I’d go hungry, I’d go black and blue
I’d go crawling down the avenue
There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do
To make you feel my love
The storms are raging on the rollin’ sea
And on the highway of regret
The winds of change are blowing wild and free
You ain’t seen nothing like me yet
I could make you happy, make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn’t do
Go to the ends of the earth for you
To make you feel my love
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Calderon said: “All life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.” Ever since man has existed, he has sought life’s meaning. Who are we? Why do we live? What is our goal? Has man been made in the image of God or God in the image of man? Each concept has its opposite: life/death, yes/no, light/shadow.
Life’s meaning rests in the eye of the beholder and in our constant desire to approach perfection. Life is so immense and complex that there is no one truth, only the rule of destiny. Regardless, here are attempts at answers.
We do not choose life; life chooses us. Yet we try to follow our destiny, our passion, our drive. We must live every minute as if it is our first and our last. Never give to receive in return. Never be calculating. Give more than you receive.
Let your judgment, above all, be guided by compassion. The meaning of life lies in our desire to help others. Let us show compassion for those weakened by compromise while honoring those who are exceptionally enlightened and humane.
Earthly life is an eternal miracle. In a moment of grace, we can grasp eternity in the palm of our hand. This is the gift given to creative individuals who can identify with the mysteries of life through art. It is a divine gift, this spirit of humanity. It is the fight for light over shadow.
-Marcel Marceau (France’s maestro of mime)
Friday, January 13, 2012
Holden
"What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it."
The Catcher in the Rye, Chapter 3
By J. D. Salinger
Published 1951
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
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