& THEIR WORDS LIKE SILENT RAINDROPS FELL

[& echoed in the well]
There's a term audio producers use when recording. It's called the signal-to-noise ratio, and it's basically referring to the fact that the greater the number of sounds are being recorded, the less any of them has any impact, the more of a jumble it all becomes. That's why when you ( Read more... )

OFF MY CHEST

[wherein your humble narrator reveals his crankdom]I was in my car listening to the radio when the news of Osama bin-Laden's killing came on. I was on my way to a downtown bar, and while I was there I heard both of the dominant political positions expressed, each driven to their strident, alcohol-soaked extremes. All I could think ( Read more... )

& SO WE CANNOT REALLY KNOW OURSELVES OR WHAT WE'D REALLY DO

[with all your power, with all your power, with all your power, what would you do?]

In his masterwork of crackpot science Chariots of the Gods?, Erich von Daniken made the (largely absurd) case for the visitation of extraterrestrial civilizations to the Earth in the distant past. These ( Read more... )

A REMINDER: GO EASY ON 'EMIt's the most difficult when you feel blue, to keep a light touch. Sooner or later there comes that time when you feel neglected or isolated or abandoned, and you do the best for yourself but the cheap shots just keep rolling in. And you're sensitized to it, almost looking for it, turning your chin into the expectation of ( Read more... )

YOU'RE SO SWEET TO TRY, OH MY, YOU CAUGHT MY EYE

[a girl like you's just irresistible]

If you ever want to know what it takes to melt my heart, Dear Reader, the answer is ~

~ not much more than this:

Jeffrey ( Read more... )

YOU RUN THROUGH HERE WITH YOUR WORDS OF SAND

[i can nearly understand, the main thing]Your humble narrator has been recommending this piecemeal to everyone he meets who expresses any interest in movies whatsoever, often with the zeal and tactlessness usually reserved for Scientologists whose thetans are ingramming their Marcabs (or however the ( Read more... )

UNDER A BUSHEL

[a repost, because i need a prod]It must be tiring ( Read more... )

I LOVE TO FEEL THE RAIN IN THE SUMMERTIMEWho imagines the lives of clouds? Starting as a saltwater haze over a limpid tropical sea, trembling, climbing into the great shimmering vault of sky. What is it like to gain reality from the relief of a cool breeze? Trailing white limbs like gossamer, drifting, remaining formless but gaining substance all ( Read more... )

IF YOU SEE THE WONDER OF A FAIRY TALE
[you can take the future even if you fail]Stevenson crosses the few blocks from Our Lady to the cafe with the box tucked under his arm, making his way in those few hours between late morning and mid-afternoon when he still has the energy he can remember always having. Those hours are like a gift to him now. The ( Read more... )

WHEN WE PARKED THE CAR THEY WERE PLAYING THAT SONG

[& we turned it up to ten, & started up again]

As your humble narrator makes the effort to post here more regularly, he has wracked his brain for topics of interest. I've turned to my calendar to check out the kinds of things I used to post, when I was updating several times a week, and you know ( Read more... )