Angular Momentum.

Nov 03 2009
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youmightfindyourself:

papercraft self portrait, by Eric Testroete.

Holy crap that’s disconcerting.

I should just set my blog as a pass-through to YMFY. I reblog a good 70 percent of their posts.

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Nov 02 2009
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Nov 01 2009

Miles Davis' container gardening tips by ryan abbott

youmightfindyourself:

1. Don’t feed them garbage
This is a pretty simple concept, so heed it. If you feed your container plants shit—polluted rainwater, cheap fertilizer, ash from your hash pipe—they will not flourish, your buds will not bloom. Like I said to my bass player Paul Chambers last night, “You got to cool it with the booze and drugs.” The same is true of your garden.

Because they don’t talk much we forget that plants are living things, organic beings that need nourishment to survive and thrive. I recommend a quality fertilizer, delivered sparingly, with restraint. Just a few drops for every quarter-gallon of water and before you know it your azaleas will be laughing with color. Literally, laughing. You got to be careful you don’t overdo it, in fact, because azaleas will take their partying to the limit, and after a few days you’ll find yourself leaning out your window at three o’clock in the afternoon yelling at them to shut up because their flower orgy is keeping you awake.

2. Play music to your plants
Music heals all wounds except those inflicted by a hunting knife, so I like to play music to my plants. What do I play? People stop me on the street to ask me that all the time. What’s my answer? Usually it’s, “Leave me alone and go buy my albums,” or a variation thereof.

In my experience, annuals tend to appreciate the complexity of classical piano concertos, like those by Ravel or Rachmaninoff. I play records by those two over and over again, my speakers aimed out to the backyard, blaring through a hole in the screen door torn by a high John Coltrane one morning when he thought he was a rabid polar bear, which he was not.

My vegetables—tomatoes and pole beans and eggplants—like to be sung to. I think it helps the fruit ripen—sweetly sung melodies that rise and fall like crooked branches, scales that float on the warm humidity of the July sky. Like my sister Dorothy says, “Soak their roots in song and they will grow, my brother. They will grow.”

3. Don’t throw your plants down the stairs
Not throwing things down stairs does not come naturally to me—it is something I’ve had to work at. That’s what life is all about: challenging yourself to rise above your essence, while staying true to your character. Of course, the hard part is knowing what about yourself needs changing, and what you should accept and embrace and blow on with the full force of your diaphragm.

Maybe you got upset by Columbia Records not giving you the $5000 advance you deserved and reacted by tossing a Blue Velvet orchid in an authentic 15th century Ming vase down a flight of stairs where it shattered on a marble landing, tossing potting soil into the shark tank. Perhaps you felt you were within your rights as an artist to do so, but in the process you have removed from this world two items of great beauty. Three, if you damaged the marble.

Like most living things, container plants prefer to be upright the majority of the time. They also need good containers with good drainage. My favorite material is terra cotta, which is fragile but has an earthy vibe that complements most urban container gardens. While throwing plants down stairs doesn’t always kill them, it rarely makes them stronger. Most often it just makes one hell of a mess for the housekeeper.

4. Give your plants space
This is it, this is the most important tip, so wrap it in tissue paper and take it out of here when you go. The space around everything is more precious than the items occupying the space.

Space is what defines matter, gives it a shape, a silhouette. It’s true of music, true of art, true of container plants. Without room to move among the vines, how can you discover fruit? How can you get close enough to smell the singularity of a flower if it is among hundreds? Silence ripens our attention to sound. Negative space makes positive.

Some people pack their gardens tight: cluttered clematis and hydrangeas in noisy bands of color, herbs upon herbs upon herbs … a symphony of shit. Don’t get me wrong, color is fine; color is life. But if you can’t walk through your garden without puking, what good is it for?

The space around your plants is what defines them. Save that space, relish it, drink it in. Give your plants room to walk, to be seen and heard, to develop deep and hungry roots with their own space to explore and invent, the freedom to create new shades and shapes, arms that reach through the empty air to carve fresh pockets in which to build an entirely new kind of fruit or flower. A type never tasted, something unheard of.

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Phil - Weezer?!

downhillupriver:

Ahhh. my friend was at the secret show, too. Did you go on Saturday night? I was there. It was nothing short of one of the most fun shows of my life. haha. Ahhhh. loved it. I had no idea that they were that good live! Amazing. There were so many moments where I thought I had died of an awesome overload and gone to rock heaven. The general feeling in the room was victorious - a word I hadn’t previously associated with Weezer. It was win.

Did you dress up?!

You should reactivate your facebook or something. When’s your next show?

Oh man, it was so awesome. It was on Wednesday at a really small venue inside the Clear Channel building on 6th Ave near Canal. I went with my band; we were literally touching the stage! Apparently the show was for contest winners of some kind - we only went because we have a friend who works at Clear Channel who invited us. They played five songs - six if you count the ridiculous Rivers-Cuomo-with-strings cover of Viva La Vida, completely unironic…I think. And then he fist-bumped us. Amazing. Best 30 minutes of the month. :) But we didn’t dress up, unless you count “skinny-jeaned rock musician” as a costume…


I am now testing myself to see how long I can last without FB. So far it’s gotten pretty easy; it might take me a while to get back to it. I like the idea of not having one. Twitter and Tumblr do it for me these days. Next show is going to be at the Mercury Lounge November 17th, not sure of the time yet. You gonna come?

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youmightfindyourself:

National Geographic: At the Sanaga-Yong Chimpanzee Rescue Center, more than a dozen residents form a gallery of grief, looking on as Dorothy—a beloved female felled in her late 40s by heart failure—is borne to her burial.

Prior to being brought into the center, Dorothy was trained to drink beer and smoke cigarettes at an amusement park in Cameroon. About Dorothy’s death and burial, a volunteer at the center said:

The management at Sanaga-Yong opted to let Dorothy’s chimpanzee family witness her burial, so that perhaps they would understand, in their own capacity, that Dorothy would not return. Some chimps displayed aggression while others barked in frustration, but perhaps the most stunning reaction was a recurring, almost tangible silence. If one knows chimpanzees, then one knows that [they] are not [usually] silent creatures.

Oct 30 2009
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