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Aug 26, 2010 4

Feel It

The West Siberian Plain consists mostly of Cenozoic alluvial deposits and is somewhat low-lying. Many of the deposits on this plain result from ice dams; having reversed the flow of the Ob and Yenisei Rivers, so redirecting them into the Caspian Sea (perhaps the Aral as well). It is very swampy and soils are mostly peaty Histosols and, in the treeless northern part, Histels. In the south of the plain, where permafrost is largely absent, rich grasslands that are an extension of the Kazakh Steppe formed the original vegetation (almost all cleared now). – Geology of Siberia.

” Nearly Random Evening Electronic Mix ”

01. Nirvana vs. Adam Freeland – Smells Like Freeland
Smells Like Teen Spirit 2003-Whitelabel Vinyl (2003)
02. Royksopp – A Higher Place
Melody AM (2001)
03. Ralph Myerz and The Jack Herren Band – Feel It
A Special Album (Emperor Norton, 2003)
04. Kraftwelt - Wind blues
Electric dimension (Cleopatra, 1996)
05. Cantoma – Bill Morgan on The Organ
Cantoma (Quango, 2005)
06. Quantic – Snakes In The Grass
5th Exotic (Tru Thoughts, 2001)
07. Xploding Plastix – Working The Neck
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note: I am a little drifting, so this is a somewhat muffled evening electronic. I made this a while back, not even sure why I did it, but it is not entirely directionless. It has some nice head bopping tempo in it, mostly instrumental. It should work for quite evening working at the computer. I will make a nicer list later.

image: World largest artwork

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Category: Electronica

Aug 15, 2010 7

Melodía A.M.

Photo: Steven Beckly

The first cup moistens my lips and throat.  The second cup breaks my loneliness.  The third cup searches my barren entrail but to find therein some thousand volumes of odd ideographs.  The fourth cup raises a slight perspiration – all the wrongs of life pass out through my pores.  At the fifth cup I am purified.  The sixth cup calls me to the realms of the immortals.  The seventh cup – ah, but I could take no more!  I only feel the breath of the cool wind that raises in my sleeves.  Where is Elysium?  Let me ride on this sweet breeze and waft away thither.  ~Lu Tung, Tea-Drinking-

El verano ha muerto para mi. Dentro de unas horas me tocará levantarme para volver a la escuela. Es un trayecto largo y subsecuentemente tengo que empezar a armar las listas que serán mis compañeras de viaje por las madrugadas: Música que me mantenga más o menos despierto y a tono para ser testigo fugaz del amanecer.
Mi dia empieza a las 4:00 a.m. tomaré una taza de té y emprenderé el viaje por ese destino constante llamado “rutina”.

See also: Cottage & Better play the note you know

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Category: Acoustic, Folk, Soul

Aug 10, 2010 2

I Remember Learning How To Dive

” Fun short pieces ”

01. Mozart - “L’ho perduta… me meschina!” Le nozze di Figaro, K.492 Act
Amoureuses / Patricia Petibon (2008)
02. J.S. Bach – Italian concerto in F major andante BWV 971
Bach: Italian Concerto; Partitas Nos. 1 & 2; etc. / Glenn Gould (2006)
03. Tomaso Albinoni – Oboe Concerto in D minor Op.9 No.2 – 3 Allegro
Albinoni: Oboe and Violin Concertos (Apex, 2002)
04. Bohuslav Martinu – Písnicky na dve stránky (Songs on two pages, seven songs an Moravian folk poetry) – 2. Súsedova stajna (The Neighbour’s Stable)
Songs My Mother Taught Me / Magdalena Kozena (2009)
05. Animal Collective & Vashti Bunyan – I Remember Learning How To Dive
Prospect Hummer EP (2005)
06. Bela Bartok – No.9 Round Dance II: Andante/No.10 Funeral Song: Largo
Bartók for Children / Jeno Jando (2006)

note: Shot evening pieces. Animal Collective request plus light melodic classics. Remember when you were a kid most of the time music never make any big thematic sense? The things they make you play. And later on you find out, they are all some kind of basic exercise to fit your limited attention span and fingering skill? Well, this is a tongue and cheek version of that. Short phrases and melody to barely fit attention span of a gnat. ha.. But I hope you enjoy them with a big smile, they are all very well executed too. cheers.

image: zandwacht

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Category: Acoustic

Aug 2, 2010 9

It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere.

When Brad said he wanted to learn a musical instrument, Donna said nothing. When he bought the drum, she still said nothing. Now with that awful orange sweater and the maracas, Donna could no longer hold her tongue.

Image: VivStrauss.

In limbo. I remember it as a more comfortable place, it felt so young and simpler back then… this time it’s making me feel like a spoiled, bourgeois kid. This heaven gives me migraine.
I will come back to you soon. I promise.

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Category: Pop, Rock

With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down. [1]


Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end! `I wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time?' she said aloud. `I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I think--' (for, you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a very good opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over) `--yes, that's about the right distance--but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I've got to?' (Alice had no idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.) [2]



O long-silent Sybil,
you of the winged dreams,
Speak out from your temple of light
as the serious constellations
with Greek names
still stare down on us
as a lighthouse moves its megaphone
over the sea
Speak out and shine upon us
the sea-light of Greece
the diamond light of Greece

Far-seeing Sybil, forever hidden,
Come out of your cave at last
And speak to us in the poet's voice
the voice of the fourth person singular
the voice of the inscrutable future
the voice of the people mixed
with a wild soft laughter--
And give us new dreams to dream,
Give us new myths to live by! [3]


So our princes who have lost their principalities after many years’ of possession shouldn’t blame their loss on fortuna. The real culprit is their own indolence, going through quiet times with no thought of the possibility of change (it’s a common human fault, failing to prepare for tempests unless one is actually in one!). And when eventually bad times did come, they thought of •flight rather than •self-defence, hoping that the people, upset by conquerors’ insolence, would recall them. This course of action may be all right when there’s no alternative, but it is not all right to neglect alternatives and choose this one; it amounts to voluntarily falling because you think that in due course someone will pick you up. If you do get rescued (and you probably won’t), that won’t make you secure; the only rescue that is really helpful to you is the one performed by you, the one that depends on yourself and your virtù. [4]

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