What’s that you say? You LOVE Jill Sobule? Funny. So do I. So does Truman Brooks, and it was his idea to throw an album pre-release party and concert at Hydrant Club. Since Jill will be in Las Vegas for the super awesome Emerge Impact + Music, we figured what better time than to kick off the 2018 event series at the Club!
In true let’s-be-awesome-humans-who-do-good-things, fashion… Jill also has graciously agreed to a portion of every ticket sale going to a local dog rescue
Glorious spring weather, amazing music and dogs … trust me this will be PAWESOME.
#CanineInfluenza … It’s real. It’s here. Don’t panic. Take Action.
Why take action? Here’s some perspective.
In 2008 there were only TWO states in the US that had any cases reported of Canine Influenza
Today, in 2018 there are only two states that DON’T have any cases.
Yeah if that’s not widespread I don’t know what is.
VACCINATE YOUR DOGS!!
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If you are in a relationship
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If you are in a relationship and you are the only one working, and they are not contributing anything, then you with the wrong person
If you are in a relationship and your other half can’t keep a job, not looking for a job content with you doing it all then you with the wrong person
If you are in a relationship and they are not respecting you or your home going and coming as they please…then you are with the wrong person….
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Hoi An is an urban port with over a thousand architectural relics that harmonize art and culture of the East and the West. So far, with many ups and downs of history, each house, each street, each corner still reflects the ancient features of the ancient town of Hoi An.
Hoi An ancient style house
Hoi An Ancient House reflects a great combination of Vietnamese architecture, Japan, China, France … The ancient town in Hoi An can be divided into five main styles:
- The first style is a one-room wooden house. These houses were built in the 18th and 19th centuries. They are scattered on the Tran Phu and Nguyen Thai Hoc streets. The house is typical for this architecture is 48 Tran Phu house
- The second style is a two-story house with porch. These houses were built in the late 19th century, early 20th century. A typical example is the location 5 Nguyen Thi Minh Khai
The third style is a two story house, wooden floor, with balcony. Most of them were built in the late 19th century, early 20th century.
- The fourth style is a two-story house built of brick vietnamhoiantours.com/
. These houses were built in the late 19th century, early 20th century and most of them are on Tran Phu and Nguyen Thai Hoc.
- The fifth style is a two-storey house, characterized by French architecture. The houses were built in the early 20th century and can be found on Nguyen Thai Hoc street
I so clearly remember #WorldPoetryDay 2016. Second day of spring in Kabul and it felt like it. Basho to Bukowski to Broadway choreographer with a Harvard biology degree: here are the word and picture snippets I tweeted on the hour through 24 time zones of celebration (poems in comments of original post—click on the picture if you’d like to scroll through them).
In Afghanistan, today is the Persian new year, Nowruz. All my love. The place where anything can happen, and everything does. Best humans, worst humans; most beautiful, repulsive; absolute patriotism, absolute ego. I think even dishonesty and corruption at an extreme can be truth. A lack of only middle ground. I could be romanticizing—probably (some of these pictures are literally roses). But I don’t think so. For better for worse—for ecstasy and unbearable—no place could ever teach more per square second. Afghanistan added at least one dimension to my life, and took a lot from me, too. Most: challenging, smart, forgiving, strong, ruthless, intense place I’ve been—I imagine I’ll ever have the privilege to be. I can’t begin to have the words for how much I miss, yearn for, mourn that life every day every day every day. Of course, in the end it all fell apart in destruction and hurt and new life. I think that might be how Afghanistan works. I had it lucky. But in the States I could be on a medevac helicopter 15 homicide calls in a row. I could work a 20-hour day. I could dance all night, take any drug, watch the stars, jump any height, even sit absolutely still. For me, nothing would ever hold a candle. Mostly, every day, all I am is grateful for the time I had, and I am so happy that Afghanistan is celebrating today. نوروز مبارک. #Afghanistan #AFG
“The steady eyes of the crow & the camera’s candid eye
See as honestly as they know how, but they lie.”
Sally Mann makes me fall in love with Virginia, dust on collodion plates, three delicate children. Ghost of a tree, summer dusk and the stars. Her children—often subjects—would suggest photographs for her to take. In one picture, Mann’s daughters stand among scattered vanity supplies next to an old Chevy pickup, license place “GORJUS.”
Photographing battlegrounds, Mann asked, “Does the earth remember? Do these fields, upon which unspeakable carnage occurred..bear witness in some way? And if they do, with what voice do they speak? Is there a numinous presence of death in these..places of stilled time?” She wonders if the point of her work is to capture ghosts & traces—to capture what is gone. “Loss is designed to be the catalyst for the more intense appreciation of the here & now.”
Do fields remember? Maybe. Bodies do, I know. Later in the evening, I sit in cool, weak sunlight, watching Americans at ease: men throwing a football, small siblings playing tag, couples kissing on benches or leaning quietly into each other. Small smiling girl & a kite. Photographs. Dogs. Man in a red sweatshirt, watching with distant eyes (I’d bet $100 he’s a veteran). My eyes won’t stop crying because: laugh, simple, pure, whole. Give them this innocence, leave them this peace. That is not my world anymore—I’m glad—but it’s a good one, precious. One once lost, you can’t have it back.
At the art gallery, I’d sat on a bench next to a small girl with long wavy blonde hair, maybe 8 years old, who could have been the subject of Mann’s portraits. “Are you a photographer?” I asked. She shook her head in a way peculiar for a child. Her mom is a photographer, she’s a subject, she corrected. A pause, a beat, she leaned toward me. “I know the person who did all this,” she whispered. Who “did” this. Who made this. Documented, created, projected, invented the photographs that capture what is not there. Beautiful pornography, some say, on gallery walls. Print remembers, and photograph, and field, and flesh. I might not understand but I can absorb, believe, almost see. This portrait, I read—astonished & mad—was posed.
DC and English can’t do Sufi nights like Kabul can, but tonight was beauty, too: Rumi at the Washington National Cathedral (with the best Kabul/everywhere company, Alysha). Scrambled notes, quotes because it’s late and I have to finish a law review article draft tonight but really I just want to be read to in poetry, read it all out loud:
Whatever put eloquence in language, that’s what’s happening here. We can assume there’s a rose above the door tonight. Playing the cello, eating apricot pie: all fine ways of approaching the divine. The world is too full to talk about. You fill it with yourself or it dies. Whoever is calm and sensible is insane. Whoever is calm and sensible is insane. Whoever is calm and sensible is insane. The longing is for longing itself. Harsh, severe, scolding. There is courage involved if you want to become truth. When the forests were new, in that time. White cow, don’t make yourself miserable with what’s to come or not to come, white cow. Now the drummer and the dancer are going to tell us a story of deep delight. Start a huge, foolish project. I do not exist.
Coleman Barks (THE Coleman Barks!) sighs: “Hm, a lot of wisdom there. Hard to live.”
Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
Dance dance dance in your blood dance dance when you’re broken open dance if you’ve torn the bandage off dance in the middle of the fighting dance dance dance in your blood dance when you’re perfectly free.
So it’s dawn in the thirteenth century. And the sun is coming up…Keep looking. We need to find more of these invisible dancers.
#poetry #Rumi #Afghanistan #Iran #dance #DC #kabul
Lots of photographs and a few words from Dartmouth alum James Nachtwey.
“Photography can cut through abstractions and rhetoric to help us understand complex issues on a human level. Never is photography more essential than in moments of crisis. To witness people suffering is difficult. The challenge is to remain open to very powerful emotions and, rather than shutting down, channel them into the images. It is crucial to see with a sense of compassion and to comprehend that just because people are suffering does not mean they lack dignity.”
Absolute horror, absolute beauty. Thank you for the truth, James Nachtwey and TIME.
**ATTENTION NEW YORKERS*: GUN CONTROL ACTION CALL OVER NY STATE REP’S VILE & RACIST REMARKS ON BLACKS, DEMS, GUN CONTROL & GUN VIOLENCE**
NY State Congresswoman Claudia Tenney (Republican-NY, 22nd Congressional District, NY) said Wed in a radio interview about the Parkland shootings that “most mass gun murderers end up being Democrats.”
She further said that “law abiding gun owners,” who according to her “tend to be white and to vote Republican,” “belong to a demographic that [commits] the least amount of crimes than virtually any other demographic” & bemoaned the fact that these “white Republican law abiding low-crime/no-crime gun owners” are “being smeared by anti-gun liberal elitists.”
And she has *refused* to retract or apologise for these remarks when challenged.
**This witch is running for re-election in her district.
Her office #s are below.**
**CALL HER UP & GIVE HER A PIECE OF YOUR MIND ABOUT HER ABSOLUTELY APPALLING ATTEMPT TO USE THE BLOODY GUN DEATHS OF 14 STUDENTS & 3 TEACHERS TO SPREAD VILE & ABSOLUTELY FALSE RACIST & PARTISAN LIES FOR THE WHITE SUPREMACIST REPUBLICAN GUN LOBBY.
HER OFFICE PHONE #S HERE:
WASHINGTON, DC OFFICE
512 Cannon House Office Building
Washington, DC 20515
49 Court Street
Metro Center, Suite 210
Binghamton, NY 13901
NEW HARTFORD OFFICE
555 French Rd
New Hartford, NY 13413
Please call & give her a BIG piece of your mind, whether you live in NYC or in her upstate NY district, or elsewhere.
*Please share widely/reposts encouraged*
More on the charming Ms. Tenney’s remarks here: