We cycled round the back of the power station but the road stopped. Rather than going back we pushed the bike over the shingle scrubland (not trespassing) towards the service road. We must have looked a funny site to all the power station workers driving home that night on our electic blue tandem! Hear got some good recordings of the power station hum and the eerie quiet of Jarman's garden.  

I am fascinated at how the human body interacts with and is related so strongly to nature. In the 4th chapter Sagan describes in detail the vast spectrum of wave properties from the low frequency Radio waves to the ultra frequent Gamma rays. And that within this wide range is a small part that is the visible light that we can see. That alone is truly remarkable...that there is so much "light" that we cannot see. These waves moving through space in our solar system are filtered by our atmosphere (another separate, wonderful story). He also describes how stars emit light in relation to the amount of energy they put out. He goes on to say:

Our eyes are completely tuned to the Sun's light. I remember Steiner somewhere saying the "light creates the eye." (I just don't remember where I read that.)

Las cancelaciones consumadas de los videojuegos de acción para Playstation 3 The Getaway y Eight Days han ayudado a que London Studios pudiera centrar todos sus esfuerzos en su nuevo invento, el juego de simulación animal Eye Pet que fue presentado durante la pasada Games Convention.

Según el presidente de estudios mundiales de Sony, Shuhei Yoshida, el equipo de London Studios no podía llevar a cabo tantos proyectos de forma simultánea.

"Sí, hay muchas cosas que queremos hacer, más incluso que recursos. Por lo que cuando London Studios comenzó a trabajar en Eye Pet y en el prototipo de Eight Days, comprendieron que no podrían hacerlo todo, y todavía existían más proyectos en fases de concepto", declara Yoshida.

London Studios es el equipo responsable de la serie Sing Star, además de Eye Toy, dos de las licencias de la empresa más fructíferas en términos económicos de la pasada generación de consolas

Guilty! I guess we love our career! Can't get enough, or something like that......

We are always on the quest to snap that "just right" moment:

do you flickr?          http://www.flickr.com/people/carehole/

         *  a trend in these photos - a pure fascination with FOUND Objects  *

             A collection of everyday images that apparently caught our eye  

Local music man Travis McElroy of Thick Syrup records has some big news:  In October, Thick Syrup will release "Halloween Songs" by David and Jad Fair.  Right on!  Sounds like a great follow-up to the band's Monster Songs for Children that came out in 1998 on the Kill Rock Stars label.

From Travis: 

"I'm very proud to put something out by the guys who helped shaped what i listen to today.

Jad Fair is a founding member of Half Japanese. He has recorded with Yo La Tengo, Daniel Johnston, Kramer, Monster Party, Jason Willett, Lumberob, Richard Hell, Strobe Talbot, The Tinklers, Naofumi Ishimaru, Mosquito, The Pastels, Teenage Fanclub, Phonocomb, DQE, John Zorn, God Is My Co-Pilot, The Tall Dwarfs, Thurston Moore, Eye, Moe Tucker, Eugene Chadbourne, Fred Frith, Mara Flynn, Kevin Blechdom, Terry Adams, The Work Dogs, Tom Ardolino, The Shapir O'Rama, R. Stevie Moore, Bill Wells, Tom Recchion, Isobel Campbell, Norman Blake, Steve Fisk, and David Fair.

Kurt Cobain had Half Japanese open for Nirvana on the group's 1993 tour.  The band's history and influence are chronicled in the 1993 documentary Half Japanese: The Band That Would Be King."

Congrats to Thick Syrup--this is a pretty damn good get!!

--Glen

This is the second part of "Down in the Gravel". This is a little more serious, with only the blonde in the shot. She is laying in the gravel, with one eye open, disoriented.

She is wondering what just happened?

A quick and highly scientific study of my own music collection reveals the following results including various organs, based on title only, rather than lyrics within the songs:

Heart - 71 songs

Highlights: 'May Your Heart Be The Map' by Epic45, 'It's My Own Cheating Heart That Makes Me Cry' by Glasvegas, 'Be Quiet, Mt. Heart Attack!' by Liars.

Head - 65

Highlights: 'Big Furry Head' - Amon Tobin, 'Your Pretty Little Head' - The Paperchase, 'The Man Whose Head Expanded' - The Fall

Eye - 59

Highlights:'Sad Eyes' - Bat For Lashes, 'TV Eye' - The Stooges, 'Evil Eye' - Pussy Galore.

Hand - 56

Highlights: 'Heart in the Hand of the Matter' (see also heart above) - ...Trail of Dead, 'Terminator X Speaks With His Hands' - Public Enemy, 'Jesus' Hands' - AMC

Neck - 10

Highlights: 'Protect Ya Neck' - Wu Tang Clan, 'Never Enough Necks' parts one and two - The Fucking Champs.

Leg - 8

Highlights: 'Unfold the Leg' - Lungfish, 'Nun's Leg' - Shit and Shine, 'Spread Yr Leggs, Release The Batss' by Die Monitr Batss.

Stomach - just the two

Highlights: 'Stomach Worm' by Stereolab, by default.

And I almost got to the end without saying 'conclusive proof that the heart rules over the head'. DAMN.

sevginin sıcaklığı öyle güzelki.. sen öyle güzelsinki.. gülüşün geldi gözümün önüne.. hani yağmurdan sonra güneş açar ve gökkuşağı rengarenk doğar ya insanın içine sanki..

gülüşünde öyle işte.. sende öylesin.. zihnimde canlanıyorsun.. kalbim biraz daha hızlı atıyor seni düşündükçe ve hissettikçe.. böylece kendime geliyorum uykumdan.. hayranım gülüşünede sanada.. herşeyinle.. sende karanlık gecenin ardından gökkuşağım oluyorsun yağmurdan sonraki gökkuşağı gibi.. güneşle birlikte her sabah ama her sabah doğuyorsun içime.. huzur veriyorsun mutluluk veriyorsun.. gülüşün tüm renkleri barındıryor içinde.. gözlerin sadece mavi yi.. ellerin gökkuşağından daha yumuşak.. daha güzel.. sen.. gökkuşağının güzellikte asla ulaşamayacağı güzelliktesin..

sonra farkediyorum, bileğimdeki bilekliktede gökkuşağının renkleri var.. rengarenk.. seninle birlikte tüm renkleri seviyorum.. Aşkımıza ve Sevgimize yaklaşamaz bu sevgi tabii ki .. demek istediğim seninle anlamlandığı renklerin.. herşeyin..

sonra diyorumki.. "bilekliğin gücü adına!!, güç BİZ de artııııııııık!!"

ikimizdede aynı bileklik var.. aynı renk.. aşk bilekliğimiz.. sende hisset sana hissettiriyim sabah duyduğum hisleri diye bilekliği tutuyorum sol elimle.. gözlerimi kapıyor ve seni düşünüyorum..

okadar güzel ve okadar mutluluk verici ki aynı şeyi taşımak ve aynı hayatı yaşamak seninle.. aynı bilekliği taşıyoruz.. aynı hayatı yaşıyoruz ve yaşayacağız inşallah bir ömür.. aynı aşkı ve sevgiyi yaşıyoruz ve yaşatacağız bir ömür boyu inşallah..

Seni dündan daha çok severek daha çok mutlu oalrak uyanıyorum.. ve dua ediyorum.. seninle nefes alarak uyanacağım sabahlar için.. inşallah diyorum.. amin diyorum.. bilekliğin gücü adına diyorum!!

ben..

ben seni çoktan da çok.. inanılmaz..

akıl almaz seviyorum Burcu..

çok aşığım sana..

Herşeyimsin..

Burcu'm

And here is my card.

Used some of my all-time favorite product lines for this vintage inspired card. The Pink Deco paper on the background came from My Mind's Eye new "Just Dreamy 2" collection released at CHA.  The nice folks there gave me this paper for stopping by the booth, and I have been very excited to get home and put it to good use.  I paired it with some older My Mind's Eye tags and a calendar strip from their "29th Street Market" collection, which has got to be my most favorite release ever.  I also hand-cut some flocked flowers from another favorite of mine, Making Memories' "Chelsea Place", and of course added a cut out butterfly from the new Webster's Pages paper.  A chipboard coaster from Imagination Project, a bit of ribbon, and some machine stitching complete the card.  Notice the use of my favorite colors again......pink and brown. ;)

See, Kathie??  I really do like pink!  I really do!

Have a great day everyone!

I'll be out of town this weekend and I have mixed feelings about it. I won't see Daniel for 3 days and that makes me quite sad. But I want to go out and have fun. Blah.

Spoke with him early this morning, texted him a few times, got one text in return and so far nothing else.

Wednesday I'm supposed to go out to dinner with Andrew on Wednesday. As friends. We'll see.

I'm going to try to sleep. Try.

Poor me.

Of course, I can't complain too much. The Coach and I went out for Indian food yesterday, then watched movie at two different MegoPlex Theatres. Yes, I will admit that we went to see The House Bunny, which was cute in a Happy Madison Productions kind of way. It certainly wasn't high cinema, but it did make me laugh my ass off -- so fuck the critics. As for the art house movie, I thought Harry Poole is Here was actually kind of sweet. But then, I loves me some Luke Wilson and I really enjoy watching quirky films.

I also picked up my new glasses. Damn, but those sunglasses are heavy because my lenses are big and fat and weighty. They do the job though -- nothing is getting into my eye with those on! I even drove my car with the top down for the first time in weeks. Yippee! My new inside classes are pretty darned cute in a muted cat's eye kinda' way.

One final story and then I will have to actually get to work. On Friday, I made a girl cry. I should probably wear this like a badge of honor. Or maybe I should just buy a box of Kleenex for my office. All I did was tell her that she was smart, but her grades don't reflect it because she doesn't come to class or turn crap in. Getting the highest grade on the final exam isn't going to save her. I was nice. I didn't give her the speech that I would give my own (hypothetical) child which would have been along the lines of "stop wasting your fucking life!" -- and she still cried.

Oh dear.

I should probably grade her makeup exam to see if she actually flunked the class, but I'm going to wait and do it on Monday. I'm mean that way. She needs to panic a bit. It might actually do her some good. Either that, or the girl needs to go to the counseling center (and yes, I did recommend that) for a nice cuppa and a prescription for Prozac.

heavenly colors
bloom bright through eye gates
and drip down into my soul

crispy wind rustles
and angels whisper, a heavenly breath,
causing the heart to sing as one blessed
beholding God in a moment of rest.

I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields,
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner meals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
All things either good or ungood.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.

Interpret signs and catalogue
A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog.
The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind.
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath gathering at my hind

I hear stories from the chamber
How Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross
And might I say it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told

Like my good hand I
tatooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist
That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist.

In Heaven His throne is made of gold
The ark of his Testament is stowed
A throne from which I'm told
All history does unfold.
Down here it's made of wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And God is never far away.

Into the mercy seat I climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death awhile
And anyway I never lied.

My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L.
Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D.
`Tis a long-suffering shackle
Collaring all that rebel blood.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is burning
And I think my head is glowing
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this weighing up of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is glowing
And I think my head is smoking
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this looks of disbelief.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway there was no proof
Nor a motive why.

And the mercy seat is smoking
And I think my head is melting
And in a way I'm helping
To be done with all this twisted of the truth.
A lie for a lie
And a truth for a truth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is melting
And I think my blood is boiling
And in a way I'm spoiling
All the fun with all this truth and consequence.
An eye for an eye
And a truth for a truth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof.
A life for a life
And a truth for a truth
And anyway there was no proof
But I'm not afraid to tell a lie.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a truth for a truth
And anyway I told the truth
But I'm afraid I told a lie.

Trilobite eyes are made of calcite. This makes them unique in the animal kingdom.

Calcite is one of the most abundant minerals. The white cliffs of Dover are calcite... Limestones (which are calcite) have been used to build... the sublime crescents of Bath, the pyramids of Gizeh, the amphitheatres and Corinthian columns of classical times. Polished slabs composed of calcite deck the doors of Renaissance churches in Italy, still grace the interiors of Hyatt–Regency hotels, or conference halls, or wherever architects wish to suggest the dignity that only real rock seems to confer.

The purest forms of calcite are transparent. In building stones and decorative slabs it is the impurities and fine crystal masses that provide the colour and design... The dark red of the scaglio rosso so typical of Italian church doors is a deep stain of ferric iron. But when a calcite crystal grows more slowly in nature, then it may acquire its perfect crystal form, and be glassy clear...

Look into a crystal of Iceland spar and you can see the secret of the trilobite’s vision. For trilobites used clear calcite crystals to make lenses in their eyes; in this they were unique. Other arthropods have mostly developed ‘soft’ eyes, the lenses made of cuticle similar to that constructing the rest of the body.

The science of the eye demands a little explanation. It all depends on the optical properties of calcite... If you break a large piece of crystalline calcite it will fracture in a fashion related to its fine atomic structure... You are left with a regular, six-sided chunk of the mineral in your hand, termed a rhomb... The clear calcite of this not-quite-a-cube treats light in a peculiar way. If a beam of light is shone at the sides of the rhomb it splits in two; this is known as double refraction. The rays of light so produced are the ‘ordinary’ and the ‘extraordinary’ rays: their course is determined, just like the shape of the rhomb, by the stacking of the individual atoms. There is a huge specimen of Iceland spar on the first floor of London’s Natural History Museum through which you may peer to see two images of a Maltese cross, one generated by the extraordinary, and the other by the ordinary rays. But there is one direction, and one direction only, in which light is not subjected to this optical splitting... from this direction it does not split into two rays at all but passes straight through.

...

If to travel back to the time of the trilobite is a historical sea-change then there can be nothing stranger than the calcareous eyes of the trilobite. And pearls are chemically the same as the trilobite’s unblinking lenses, being yet another manifestation of calcium carbonate, although pearls are exquisite reflectors of light rather than transmitters of it... The trilobite saw the submarine world with eyes tessellated into a mosaic of calcified lenses... his stony eyes read the world through the medium of the living rock.

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When I woke up this morning, the rain had stopped, but that's only because we were in the eye of the storm. Here's what it looked like:

The other side of the storm is headed our way, so the water levels will probably rise even more. The ground is saturated. When I walked across it, I sank as if I was walking on a sponge. Parts of my town were built on the bay, so you can only imagine how rain affects us.

I have been knitting more dishcloths, though. Rainy days are good for that. I'll post photos of my newest creations on Monday, after the Olympics are over. I will say that my cotton stash is almost gone. Yippee! Stay tuned!