Sometimes I Imagine Myself A Child Seeing Videos Of Me Now

When I started this blog back in November '04 it was a place where I put what I was writing anyway. Ostrich like, I hid it in plain sight. I would take a private poem scribbled in my little black diary and blog it nice and easy, with no admittance of what that might mean... It's now four rich years later... I am grateful to G-d on many levels for all that this space has become.
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About a year ago a friend showed me a cool thing on you tube. Since then I tried to find it. I'd describe it to people, "It's animated, like claymation,but not really. It's instruments that expand and contract. You see the inner workings. Balls ping and pong off instruments." It rang no bells for anyone. Until today. I got the response; "I think you mean this." Yes I do. And here's a bonus feature that shows the computer graphics shading progression during the piece. And if you liked that, you'll probably really enjoy this. And then you can do the youtube thing and link and link and link.
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The first of these pieces reminded me a bit of Ray Lynch's Celestial Soda Pop (which sounds to me like an adaptation of Call Me) and the other tune that really struck me (I think even more than the other one) when I first heard Deep Breakfast - "all those years ago."
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I am quite enjoying Nancy Peacock's memoir of sorts. Quote of the day:

"After years of cleaning houses

and claiming little rental hovels as my own,

I have come to believe that inanimate objects

have feelings, or at least energy.

I can feel the difference in a cared for,

well-lived-in home

and a house that is more like a status symbol,

or a staging ground for chaos.

I find it odd that in just about

every mansion I've ever cleaned,

there has been at least one picture of a little cottage

with smoke curling out of the chimney..."

~

(A Broom Of One's Own, pages 67-68).