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Antarctica: a New Age of Exploration

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Enlightenment

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Just really, really good. And this is the only video I could find with the song.

Karaocake live @Tours/FR - 10/12/2010 from julienp on Vimeo.

Song: Karaocake, "Homeland Inwards"

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Speaking of relate-able:


Song: Presidents of the United States of America, "Kitty"

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When the student is ready, the teacher will appear.
-Buddhist proverb


(Photo: Teresa Teixeira)

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I don't know why you say "good-bye", I say "hello!"
I mean, seriously, man.


Song: the Beatles, "Hello Goodbye"

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Feel this, true:

Daddy's ghost behind you
Sleeping dog beside you
You're a poem of mystery
You're the prayer inside me

Spoken words like moonlight
You're the voice that I like

Needlework and seedlings
In the way you're walking
To me from the timbers
Faded from the winter


Song: Iron & Wine, "Faded from the Winter"

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Drift

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We all feel that way, sometimes. But, this week, I sure don't! It's been fabulous.

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Meet Spider: Family cat by day, gang-banger by night. And also, essentially, my roommate.

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Now, there are plenty of things I might like to say about this lovely song, but I think I'll let it speak for itself.


Song: Damien Rice, "The Professor"

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Haha Birthday

My 21st birthday cake. Not all the HAPPY BIRTHDAY candles would fit, so we settled for HA HA.

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Song: Twin Shadow, "Slow (Van Rivers remix)"

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"I dreamt about you last night
And I fell out of bed twice
You can pin and mount me like a butterfly
But 'take me to the haven of your bed'
Was something that you never said
Two lumps, please
You're the bee's knees
But so am I

Oh, meet me at the fountain
Shove me on the patio
I'll take it slowly, oh

Fifteen minutes with you
Oh, I wouldn't say no
Oh, people see no worth in you
Oh, but I do"


Song: The Smiths, "Reel Around the Fountain"

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Yes:


Song: The Smiths, "Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me"

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Song: Taken by Trees, "Tell Me"

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Gorgeous music. Iceland does it again.


Song: Seabear, "Cold Summer"

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Song: Sea Wolf, "Turn the Dirt Over"

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Yes, I'm a little obsessed:

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
W.B. Yeats

Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

The Rose in the Deeps of His Heart
W.B. Yeats

All things uncomely and broken,
all things worn-out and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway,
the creak of a lumbering cart,

The heavy steps of the ploughman,
splashing the wintry mould,
Are wronging your image that blossoms
a rose in the deeps of my heart.

The wrong of unshapely things
is a wrong too great to be told;
I hunger to build them anew
and sit on a green knoll apart,

With the earth and the sky and the water,
remade, like a casket of gold
For my dreams of your image that blossoms
a rose in the deeps of my heart.

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Song: Phoebe Snow, "Poetry Man"

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Like like like:


Song: Amy Winehouse, "Teach Me Tonight" (Dinah Washington cover)

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Song: Amy Winehouse, "You Sent Me Flying"

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I'm not that big on rap and stuff, but I really love this song. The video is pretty cool, too.


Song: Jay-Z & Swizz Beatz, "On to the Next One"

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Song: Beth Orton, "Blood Red River"

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Song: Perfume Genius, "Mr. Peterson"

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I mean, epic, no?


Song: Sufjan Stevens, "Age of Adz"

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I've finally begun listening to Sufjan's album from last year, "Age of Adz" (pronounced "odds"). And, as usual, he keeps it interesting and good and his infinite talent proceeds him. So fabulous.


Song: Sufjan Stevens, "Futile Devices"

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Upon telling my friend that I'm joining a reading group tomorrow for Finnegans Wake by James Joyce, she told me all she knew was the song. I had not heard of the song before (honestly, I hadn't heard of the book, either, until a couple weeks ago when my prof spoke of it). Thank you, YouTube, for providing for me yet again:


Song: Dropkick Murphys, "Finnegans Wake"

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The Stolen Child
by WB Yeats

Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.

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It's a Sigur Rós kind of morning:


Song: Sigur Rós, "Gong"

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"I was tortured by sexual desire and disappointed love. Often as I walked in the woods at Coole it would have been a relief to have screamed aloud. When desire became an unendurable torture, I would masturbate, and that, no matter how moderate I was, would make me ill. It never occurred to me to seek another love."
- W.B. Yeats, from his Memoirs