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Friday, March 30, 2012

This is where I live...

Canberra : Enough space to walk, while enjoying one's maximum arm span.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Oh, you used h-u-m-o-u-r to l-i-g-h-t-e-n the mood.

This is about 9 years out of date, but it still makes me laugh out loud - he said, clearly still enjoying his own work and living off the golden syropy goodness of days long past.  I can remember watching this performance when we filmed it.  This guy wasn't so much acting, as channeling his marraige.  It was amazing.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

I just don't think I'll ever get over you

Can a song be a break-up song and a love song at the time?  Words are printed here because, well, they're awesome.

This one, for David Gault.

I drink good coffee every morning
Comes from a place that's far away
And when I'm done I feel like talking
Without you here there is less to say

I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy
What is closer to the truth
That if I lived till I was 102
I just don't think I'll ever get over you

I'm no longer moved to drink strong whisky
'Cause I shook the hand of time and I knew
That if I lived till I could no longer climb my stairs
I just don't think I'll ever get over you

Your face it dances and it haunts me
Your laughter's still ringing in my ears
I still find pieces of your presence here
Even after all these years

But I don't want you thinking I don't get asked to dinner
'Cause I'm here to say that I sometimes do
Even though I may soon feel the touch of love
I just don't think I'll ever get over you

Monday, March 19, 2012

Bon Iver - Coming Down

When I listen to Bon Iver perform, I have the strong sense of being in the presence of genius.  When I watch him perform, that sense is confirmed. 

Thursday, March 15, 2012

People get so lonely, but Love is the only one

Just heard this song on Guy Garvey's Finest Hour.  How did I go so long without ever running into this sweet and unassumingly truthful song?

For me, it captures the bittersweet experience of breaking up with someone so perfectly.  If love is the losing and finding of the self in the paradise of another, breaking up is, I believe, a mixture of a mourning for the loss of that paradise, and all that it presented itself to be, and an at first unfamiliar sense of excitement at the still far off prospect of hope that it might one day again be possible to lose and find yourself in the paradise of another again.

What am I to do
Someone here is really not happy
Put myself on a line
It seems I never got through to you
So I wean myself off slowly


Thursday, March 08, 2012

Kony 2012

I wrote my Masters' thesis on the International Criminal Court's arrest warrant for Joseph Kony and its overall ineffectiveness in preventing atrocities in Uganda, so this video jumped out at me.

I've signed the pledge.  I've ordered the Kony 2012 Action Kit.  But posting it here is the very least I could do.

"Humanity's greatest desire is to belong and connect".  The older I get, the more deeply I believe this to be the core driver of who we are and what we do. 

Check it out and help shape human history.

Sunday, March 04, 2012

The Sand Pit

I. Just. Love. Everything. About. This.

Shit Comedians Say

Having just returned from the Adelaide Fringe Festival, this caricature of insecurity, self-doubt, vanity and desperation couldn't be more accurate. Welcome to the world of the fragile comic.

Bref. Je suis veille.

This series is énorme. It has the capacity to be both incredibly silly and genuinely touching, all at the same time.

I particularly love this episode.

"Un jour, j'ai eu son âge. Parfois, ca me rend triste... épuis j'oublie."

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This old routine...

Ah, I just haven't been able to get this one out of my head.

This old routine will drive you mad.
It's just a mumble never spoken out loud.