If five years ago, someone had asked me, “what about a duet fusing rock star, Robert Plant (age 63, former terrific lead singer with Led Zeppelin) with Alison Krauss (age 40, a terrific blue grass artist)?" I would have smiled and asked, “what are you smoking?” Well, well-known music producer, T- Bone Burnett put the duet together and created a CD: “Raising Sand”. I like a lot of music. A lot of different music. The best music I bought in 2008? Raising Sand.
Great blue grass! Click on:
Your Long Journey
Monday, February 9, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Airlines - A Fading of Dynasties
By clicking on the below link, I promise you a treat.
There are only a few of these airlines still flying. This
time next year more may fail with such fuel price volatility
and economic uncertainties. Everyone will enjoy this slide
show, whether you were an airline employee or a
passenger...we were all involved over the years
in some manner. Such great, bittersweet memories.
How sad that most have vanished, and how poignant is the
musical tribute: "Time to Say Goodbye", as sung by
Sarah Brightman and Andrea Bocelli.
Those were the days, my friend(s).
There are only a few of these airlines still flying. This
time next year more may fail with such fuel price volatility
and economic uncertainties. Everyone will enjoy this slide
show, whether you were an airline employee or a
passenger...we were all involved over the years
in some manner. Such great, bittersweet memories.
How sad that most have vanished, and how poignant is the
musical tribute: "Time to Say Goodbye", as sung by
Sarah Brightman and Andrea Bocelli.
Those were the days, my friend(s).
Catching Her Drift
Going to college in Nashville, I had a girlfriend, Lynne Lastname, from Evansville, Indiana. Pretty. Tall, thin, long blonde hair. A “real” blonde. It‘s easy to tell. Anyway, I met her at a SCLC meeting about a month before Kennedy was shot.
On that sad November day, I was reading to a blind student from Kentucky, Larry Lastname, when my roommate, Terry Lastname, walked in and told me the news from Dallas.
Lynne and I spent a lot of time together in late November being pissed off at the senselessness of the assassination and quite depressed along with the rest of the country. I was profoundly affected. So much so, I wrote a short, sophomoric poem:
John is dead.
The world asks,
“Why”?
And Dallas asks,
“Why here?”
In the spring, Lynne moved off campus into an apartment. In the house next door lived a transvestite. His name was Larry. Many evenings, at or near dusk, Larry would prance out on his back patio dressed for an evening out and I guess looking for love. Slinky, almost always in a dark dress, pumps, stockings, well - coifed wig and lots of make-up: red, red lipstick, heavy mascara and eye shadow, etc. We never knew her name.
We used to laugh about it. Lynne said, "There’s a man and woman living next door. We never see them together, though. Strangest thing is they have the same shoe size".
One night, I said, "Imagine what trouble he must go through. I mean shower, probably shave his legs and maybe underarms, put on make-up, shape up and hook up his padded bra, rummage through the closet to find something fetching, check his stockings for runs, pull it all together, dress and go out to find what the evening has to offer... her. Imagine all the effort"
Lynne looked at me with a wry smile and said, "Yeah, just imagine."
On that sad November day, I was reading to a blind student from Kentucky, Larry Lastname, when my roommate, Terry Lastname, walked in and told me the news from Dallas.
Lynne and I spent a lot of time together in late November being pissed off at the senselessness of the assassination and quite depressed along with the rest of the country. I was profoundly affected. So much so, I wrote a short, sophomoric poem:
John is dead.
The world asks,
“Why”?
And Dallas asks,
“Why here?”
In the spring, Lynne moved off campus into an apartment. In the house next door lived a transvestite. His name was Larry. Many evenings, at or near dusk, Larry would prance out on his back patio dressed for an evening out and I guess looking for love. Slinky, almost always in a dark dress, pumps, stockings, well - coifed wig and lots of make-up: red, red lipstick, heavy mascara and eye shadow, etc. We never knew her name.
We used to laugh about it. Lynne said, "There’s a man and woman living next door. We never see them together, though. Strangest thing is they have the same shoe size".
One night, I said, "Imagine what trouble he must go through. I mean shower, probably shave his legs and maybe underarms, put on make-up, shape up and hook up his padded bra, rummage through the closet to find something fetching, check his stockings for runs, pull it all together, dress and go out to find what the evening has to offer... her. Imagine all the effort"
Lynne looked at me with a wry smile and said, "Yeah, just imagine."
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Photo and story. Mystery solved.
I've been haunted by the frightened beauty of this little girl since I first saw her photo in National Geographic Magazine the mid-80s.
For the story: Click on.
National Geographic's Afghan Girl, Sharbat Gula- then at 13, found again at 30.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Photography ( the eyes have it.)
Photography and Photo Titles by Stefan Beutler
Subject: Katharina
Location: Erfstadt, Germany
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"In The Dark"
"I Feel You"
Subject: Katharina
Location: Erfstadt, Germany
Click to enlarge
"In The Dark"
"I Feel You"