Watch the sunset
as the camera breaks
30.9.08
28.9.08
MAP: Tesela in NYC
Photo: Courtesy of the Tesla Memorial Society of New York
One of Tesla's closest friends was Mark Twain, seen here in Tesla's Fifth Avenue lab. Here, Tesla perfected his high-frequency coil (Photo 2), and transmitted long-distance radio signals up the Hudson River to West Point, N.Y. Tesla lost the lab in a fire, described by author Samantha Hunt. Despite this, Tesla was able to file for the first radio patent in the U.S., Patent No. 645,576.
27.9.08
Listening Thyme: Little Dragon
Here is their myspace
[Lyrics]
After the rain the temperature dropt
And covered in ice was my window top
I say goodbye I wave my hand
As a thousand doves fly
Across the blackened night
After the rain we forget
We make sure we gain then we leave it
‘Cause were a nation of forgetters
Oh after the rain we pretend
It’s easier to begin without looking back
‘Cause all at once air so thin
And there’s nothing left to breath in
After the rain we forget
After the rain we forget
Behind a dream so rosy and red a pile of things to forget
A voice of the past tiptoes in a cracking ghost whispering
After the rain we forget
We make sure we gain then we leave it
‘Cause were a nation of forgetters
After the rain we forget
After the rain we forget
People where have you been
Have you been hiding
In you big houses
People after the rain
Will your life
Will it ever be the same
Oh people what will you do
When you luck
When it turns on you
Wow people after the rain
Will your life
Will it ever be the same
After the rain we forget
After the rain we forget
After the rain we forget
[Lyrics]
After the rain the temperature dropt
And covered in ice was my window top
I say goodbye I wave my hand
As a thousand doves fly
Across the blackened night
After the rain we forget
We make sure we gain then we leave it
‘Cause were a nation of forgetters
Oh after the rain we pretend
It’s easier to begin without looking back
‘Cause all at once air so thin
And there’s nothing left to breath in
After the rain we forget
After the rain we forget
Behind a dream so rosy and red a pile of things to forget
A voice of the past tiptoes in a cracking ghost whispering
After the rain we forget
We make sure we gain then we leave it
‘Cause were a nation of forgetters
After the rain we forget
After the rain we forget
People where have you been
Have you been hiding
In you big houses
People after the rain
Will your life
Will it ever be the same
Oh people what will you do
When you luck
When it turns on you
Wow people after the rain
Will your life
Will it ever be the same
After the rain we forget
After the rain we forget
After the rain we forget
24.9.08
23.9.08
Poetry; Richard Brautigan
Oranges
Oh, how perfect death
Computes an orange wind
that glows from your footsteps,
and you stop to die in
an orchard where the harvest
fills the stars
Oh, how perfect death
Computes an orange wind
that glows from your footsteps,
and you stop to die in
an orchard where the harvest
fills the stars
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| From man eaters of the sex jungle, misch |
22.9.08
Listen Thyme
Finding the soul in the silent gaps of one's words: language removal serviceses
Dharma Talk; Thict Nat Hahn
Dharma Talk; Thict Nat Hahn
Newtown Ave, Astoria, NY
Photographs from the roof of the old apartment building
Music: Little Dragon
Music: Little Dragon
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| From Scanned Photos |
Astoria, N
Living in Astoria, Queens NY
walking back after drinking at Astoria Beer Garden, aka Cezch-Slovakian Community Center by day
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