Tuesday, February 14, 2012

A Grizzly Salute to Spring and Summer



Some smoky cool grizzly bears sing their favorite song "Ah First Day of Spring" from the album Harmonious Haiku by Independent Recording Artist Marcus James Christian UNLIMITED. Harmonious Haiku, is... "the album that makes you feel better, and escape stress..." Available now through Apple iTunes and elsewhere. Just search for it by name: HARMONIOUS HAIKU

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Betty Boop: The Old Man of the Mountain



This short starts with a live action shot of Cab Calloway introducing himself and his orchestra. It then proceeds to show a lion on roller skates made of rabbits rushing from his guard post and into a village crying "Look out! It's the old man of the mountains!" (The lion, like all the other characters with the exception of Betty Boop, is voiced by Calloway in his distinctive rhythmic style).

The lion's warning sparks a mass exodus of the other animals who pack up their things and start to flee as Calloway's voice continues to warn "Look out! Its the old man of the mountains!"


In time Boop emerges from a guest house in order to find out what all the fuss is about and confronts a passing owl. The owl describes the old man: Long White beard and a crooked stare, tramps along with the folks all scared....he'll eat you up when he's hungry. Despite the owls warnings, Boop is curious and declares "Well I'm going to see that old man of the mountains."

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Sunday, February 12, 2012

The Atom Goes To Sea




A video that explains how an atomic powered submarine operates. Includes scenes at the Knolls Atomic Power Laboratory in Schenectady and the submarine reactor test site at West Milton, New York.

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Borocho (Part 5)


(continued from previous posts)
The lights go out. You freeze right there in the middle of the
dark street. You're standing on a long white dash, wondering what just happened. You think you see shadows moving within the shadows of the Dairy Queen. Why would anything move around in the dark when just a minute ago it could've moved around in the light?

It doesn't make any sense. It's moving around in the dark, you're
moving around in the dark. Well, you WERE moving, until the dark got darker.

Suddenly you're reminded of a conversation you had with a friend
who came to Jesus late in his life and was trying to make up for lost time by pestering the bejesus out of you about it.

"I get it, I get it," he told you, "The more you empty your mind
of flesh things, get rid of the shit and the crap and the worries and the bad memories and stuff, the more vacuum is created to attract the holy spirit. It can't get in if your head is full of worldly stuff. You gotta get rid of that stuff and create a big vacuum!"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute," you answered back, "Are you
telling me that you have to be out of your mind to be religious? Is that what you're saying?"

You look across the street you're standing in at the dark Dairy
Queen. Now you know why that conversation recalled itself. It was your subconscious, cross referencing memories in preparation to store what you are going to do next. You'd have to be out of your mind to cross over to that Dairy Queen now, but you're going to do it.

End, Part 5

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Saturday, February 11, 2012

Borocho (Part 4)

English: I took photo with Canon camera in Bur...Image via Wikipedia
(continued from previous posts)
You think it is. Your mind could be playing tricks on you. You
like to give your mind some slack once in a while: let loose the tight leash of social norms and societal conformity, let your mind roam a little.

But sometimes when you do this, your mind drags you; leash, rope
and body, into places it'd be better to stay out of altogether. Sometimes.

Or maybe it's the play of shadows. You've seen shadow people, why
not shadow buildings? There are very few street lights here. The nearest one is over a block away. Maybe the light from the Dairy Queen is casting strange shadows on the brick building next door and you are not seeing what you think you are seeing. How many years has it been since you actually saw one of these things? Ten, fifteen, twenty years? Twenty five years? Has it been twenty five years? You think it has. Twenty five years.

All things pass, and we who have lived long enough to have seen
many things pass, things like soda fountains and town squares and public civility and shame, sometime we forget these things are gone until we catch glimpses of them in old movies or history books or in little towns overlooked by the shareholder Greed and Destruction Machine.

You pull your car over to the side of the road and park in a
little dirt turnaround across the street from the Dairy Queen. There are no "No Parking Between 7 a.m. and 7 p.m." signs. No "Two Hour Parking" signs. No "Private Parking" signs. No signs whatsoever and that sends a little chill down your spine.

You are used to being regulated, restricted, instructed, informed,
warned, notified. You are used to being given instructions on when you can do what on each and every parcel of ground you enter, especially with your car.

There is a certain amount of security and safeness you derived
from the signs. How can there be no signs here? How is a person supposed to know what to do, what can be done and what cannot? It's spooky. If there are no signs, there are no laws.

Lawlessness. This is a place of lawlessness. There are no signs to
tell people, if there are people here, that you are doing what the sign says. Maybe that means that they can come by and do anything to your car they want. There are no signs to stop them.

You shut off your engine and step out of the car anyway. You lock
the door and begin to walk across the street towards the Dairy Queen. The Dairy Queen's lights go out.

End, Part 4


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Dysfunctional Graduation Day Card



Homeless poet Emmett’s (Larry Hankin) Graduation Day Card has clues the graduate needs to cope with what awaits him in the real world.

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