I heard "Creator" on Grey's Anatomy last season, then forgot about it. Then Nora put it on her MySpace, and I got hooked on it again. I looked up some other stuff by Santogold, and I'm liking what I hear.
Just a little warning about the second video. There is some heavily stylized and allegorical violence. I thought it was very creative, but you may not. Fair warning.
Hey peeps! It’s been almost a year since I mentioned this so I just want to quickly remind you guys that you can help contribute to charitable causes simply by clicking a web button. Doing so takes up an almost imperceptible fraction of your daily surfing time. In fact, donating to The Animal Rescue Site would take about the time it took you to read this sentence. One click. No lie. The clicks from yesterday alone provided 186,935 bowls (42.4 metric tons) of food.
Plus, everything you buy from them provides shelter animals with necessary relief. And, seriously, who wouldn’t want this incredible t-shirt? (I mean besides mailmen and people on the lam, of course.)
By the way, The Animal Rescue Site is a part of GreaterGood.org. If you like the idea of giving just by clicking, you will want to also visit the GreaterGood sites for World Hunger, Breast Cancer, Child Health, Literacy, and Protection of Rainforests.
What question do you wish you'd never asked.
Submitted by cha0tic.
I'm thinking I'd have to say "What question do you wish you'd never asked" except I've never asked that. For questions I do like asking (and I do like asking questions), I'm kinda partial to my "Ask arbed anything" ones. Something interesting always comes up.
My daughter finally got her very own Dora, the Explorer DVD from a friend of mine (Thanks, Gayathri) with a few irritating (to me) episodes which she loves.
Anyway, there was this one episode where Dora and her friends save a Prince who is imprisoned in a castle by an evil witch. Yeah, you read that right - not "princess" but "prince". I was seriously getting worried about all the ever-distressed damsels that dudes saved in my daughter's fairy tales and wondered if my daughter's resentment with me "working" was a result of the stupid stereotypes that she was being bombarded with. To be honest, the queen of our home is terrified of millepedes and the king of the house routinely rescues her from them - but that is different from helpless virgins being saved from the dragon by knights in shiny armour, right? Right?
So, maybe I am a wee bit pleased about the Dora episode that she watched. The evil "witch" could have been a "wizard", but then, I may draw flak for making much ado about this whole feminism thing.
The shadows grew flustered with color. Their depths became lurid, pulsating with hidden meaning. Trees shifted nervously as they felt their bark become an agonizing skin. One's suffering was particularly dreadful. The cold air, fragrant with the earth's seasonal decay, had comforted it for hundreds of years. But suddenly it had become humid, drumming with the activity of invisible fingers - fingers that stripped the bark away, that polished the raw flesh until it was smooth, rounded and white.
Roots recoiled out of the ground. Branches merged together and lost their splintered netting: birds, carrying building materials in their mouths, flew elsewhere. The canopy of leaves exploded, tearing apart the living embroidery. And the sun illuminated what the modest trees had been hiding.
The surviving buds and leaves wafted down, settling on the white figure that was stiff with pain and the fear of separation from the forest and the maidens of Artemis. Knots in the bark disappeared except for two - and they became parallel and uniform: liquid, living galaxies of light. This chosen unfortunate felt its sap become thin and quick, running down a filigree of paths that marked a fleshy interior.
When the trunk split, it cried. And the sound drove the homeless birds flying through the torn ceiling. Around each piece there were vines and lianas, grasping fruits and spinning tendrils. It dragged behind it the emblems of its former life: clouds, mangroves, tropics, forests coniferous and evergreen.
However, its new circulation, its sparks that seemed to fire everywhere and nowhere, were insistent. And it walked forward, poised and praised, marked with triumph and transition.
Hi it's Lotus Batcat again.
I just caught a big moth! I was napping at the top of my batcat tree when my batcat radar told me that there was a big fluttering buggie nearby. So I woke up and chittered at it. I was going to leap from my batcat nest right into the air and ka-pow it with both of my big feets, but it tried to trick me. It zig-zagged around the room and then it flew towards me because that's what I'd least expect (that's what the moth thought). So I ka-powed it against the side of my batcat nest and now it's smooshed.
It's the same color as my nest so Papa Miao will have a fun time finding it and cleaning it up. Teeheehee.
Good night, peeps! Don't let the bed-bugs bite. If they do, just shine the Batcat Signal and I can smoosh them for you too.
Show us your happy place.
Submited by edwina.
My happy place most definitely has good food.
Let's hope that no Happy Joe's pizzerias were harmed in that nasty storm.
I suppose that this is as good of a place as any to mention it, but Sister, nephew and I went to La Rancharita for breakfast on my first day there and at 10 AM I was chowing down on the most awesome steak burrito. Yum.
I miss my Sister!
My mama was out camping (rv'ing!) since Sunday so I didn't expect to hear from her for a few days...I hadn't been keeping up with the hometown news - looks like the IL side of the Quad Cities had its ass whooped by a killer storm. My folks survived and are back home...Mom called on her cell, they have no power. Trees down - everywhere. Big, old trees. :-( They have their camper on the street, it has a generator and a fridge. Good times. They have some ice, beer and hot dogs over a fire tonight on the patio. Wish 'em luck, y'all.