"From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines, going where I list, my own master total and absolute, Listening to others, considering well what they say, Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating, Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me."
Walt Whitman (1819-92)
"When I look back now over my life and call to mind what I might have had simply for taking and did not take, my heart is like to break."
Akhenaton (d. c.1354 BC)
And now, the current weather, from some random person we pulled off the street:
Sunday, July 06, 2008
Soluble Words
This one is a break from my normal, hope you like it. Soluble Words, by Ken Andrews, is a song about failed communication. The song talks about words falling to the ground, having no meaning, in other words dissolving like they never existed. I wanted to have a visual illustrating this, so it came to me, what better visual than that of people dissolving into each other? And the software was able to give it a nice watery fluid feel too.
Enjoy. Here's the lyrics:
Soluble Words Ken Andrews What did you say? I heard soluble words They flew out of your face Then fell back to earth
Inaudible sounds Get carried away Can't you tell that I know your game You've got nothing to say
Is there something you can tell me That could make me hear the call Everything I've heard you spill Is sleepier than Seconal How can i pretend to think That what you say is meaningful Every time I look inside There's nothing but an empty hole
What did you say? I heard questionable sounds They dropped out of your mouth Then fell to the ground
What are you fighting for? What could it be? I don't know, but I don't think you'll mind All the extra money
Is there something you can tell me That could make me hear the call Everything I've heard you spill Is sleepier than Seconal How can i pretend to think That what you say is meaningful Every time I look inside There's nothing but an empty hole
What did you say? I heard questionable sounds They flew out of your face Then dropped to the ground
Is there something you can tell me That could make me hear the call Everything I've heard you spill Is sleepier than Seconal How can i pretend to think That what you say is meaningful Every time I look inside There's nothing but an empty hole
Is there something you can tell me That could make me hear the call Everything I've heard you spill Is sleepier than Seconal How can i pretend to think That what you say is meaningful Every time I look inside There's nothing but an empty hole
An empty hole
Can't afford to let you down There's nothing here but broken sound I'll leave the tape beside your door On my way home
Can't afford to let you down There's nothing here but broken sound I'll leave the tape beside your door On my way home
Can't afford to let you down There's nothing here but broken sound I'll leave the tape beside your door On my way home
Half Pint A policeman in Salford, England, spotted a car running at 70 mph in a 30 mph residential area and gave chase. In addition to the speeding, the driver was going the wrong way, in the dark without lights, and drunk (.050 percent vs a legal limit of .035). He was also just 13 years old, and police caught him when he lost control and crashed. District Judge Jonathon Finestein sentenced the boy to four months in custody, plus a driving ban for four years — to start when he becomes eligible for a driver’s license. Judge Finestein, citing the “exceptional” nature of the case, allowed newspapers to report the boy’s identity despite his age: Jon Smee. (London Guardian) ...An obvious deterrent — that will keep it from ever happening with someone that young again. Available in This is True: Book Collection Vol. 11
