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It's been quieter than usual.
JA's holed up in his dark office, agonizing over an equipment report. Elizabeth and I have been bent over "Recommended Components" blurbs all day. I've become tired — my eyes can only catch so many bad breaks and ugly indentations — and so have spent the last ten minutes browsing Komegashi's online menu. I don't usually drink sake, but the idea of it now, with you, is wonderful. A hot lover roll might be nice, too. We'll sit by the windows and watch the boats dance in the wind. The lights across the water will blink their little songs.
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Don't try this at home.
wiseguysynth has more technical details about this video clip.
I emailed my cousin, the gorgeous and talented Jean Carwile Masteller, about the wonders of reading Cotton Mather on the internets and she countered with the fabulous Whitman Hypertext Archive. Both are courtesy of the University of Virginia's digital library project, where my old friend Thorny Staples is helping Mr. Jefferson's university do wonders in the electronic age.
Add Jazz and Conversation to your list of favorite sites. Intelligent musings and great musical examples—what's not to love? It's free and you get to discover new music you might not have heard anywhere else.
Unreleased Fillmore East, Fillmore West, and Winterland performances available as 128kbps streams. I haven't been able to get it working completely glitch free, but some of these performances are pretty amazing and I'd buy 'em if they were available in a non-compromised format. Wolfgang, BTW, was Bill Graham's birth name.
Nice animated short that's one part Green Lantern, one part The Monkey's Paw, and one part Brazil—that is, if you also watch the director's cut ending.
Via Grow-a-Brain.
Andrzej Szczeklik muses on how deeply rhythm is rooted in the body. I think I have to add Catharsis to my must-read list.
The City was yesterday touched by twenty-seven inches of snow. In the Lower East Side, red, black, and green fire escapes were given pure, white highlights. On Orchard Street, a single figure could possibly be seen trudging through the heavy downfall, an umbrella in one hand, a burning cigarette in the other.
Inside old row houses and above new boutiques, couples are making love, keeping warm, and paying no attention to the time. What else is there to do? This is the Blizzard of 2006.
Today is February 13 — one day before Cupid strikes. I don't know what to do about it. I'…