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Showing posts from March 5, 2007

Les Anges Des Chiens

Greyhounds are exemplary creatures. Soft and careful, they aren't like regular dogs. Their sleek, muscular bodies and small, smooth heads are part of thier amazing physiology and quietly resigned character. Greyhounds don't incite the same desperate fawning of regular hurling of themselves at humans, spit flying, tails whipping, tongues lolling and general canine mayem. Greyhounds are quiet, secret almost. They have a message that you might glean from a thousand years. They are Les Anges Des Chiens, or The Angels of Dogs, and we might do well to emulate thier Calm Observance of Things.

More Science Fiction, Here On Earth

This is a Conehead Katydid. Frans Lanting is a National Geographic Photographer who has won awards for his nature photography. My place of employment, the World Forestry Center, is hosting a traveling exhibition of his work and I find it FASCINATING. His exact, but emotional portraits of apes, of toxic caterpillars, of the jungle canopy breathing mist, of transparent insects, of parrots flying in a shock of painted's magic. It's paradise! It is almost literally, Heaven On Earth. How could anything celestial be as beautiful as what is here, right before our eyes? It's unbelievable to me that something as WONDEROUS and COMPLEX and BEAUTIFUL and INTERESTING as our ecosystems, forest or ocean, or air...could be completely ignored and destroyed without remorse. Without really even knowing anything about it! Take a look at some of the creatures Frans Lanting has uncovered for us, and you'll feel a tiny understanding of some of the amazing creatures and the s…

Chansons Du Jour

The tunes in my ears that I love the best this month are:

1. California One -- The Decemberists
2. Songbird -- Willie Nelson
3. April in Paris -- Billie Holiday
4. James Bond Theme -- Moby
5. Border Song -- Elton John
6. Sore -- The Valiant Arms
7. Broadway -- Dakota Staton
8. Menilmontant -- Charles Trenet
9. Fell In Love With a Girl -- The White Stripes
10. No Name -- Oswald Five-O

Listening to my teeny ipod xmas present on the bus and downtown is practically a spiritual experience. Sunday mornings are quiet and empty, the old neighborhoods and the river and the light shining off the bridges is sublime. Downtown is lit from the east, the old buildings looking distinguished, the new looking accomplished and sparkly. Sometimes I want to cry, listening to french accordion music and watching the seagulls wheel amongst the architecture.