@tellio tell your daughter thank you for the recommendation for this, shared in your newsletter. https://youtu.be/xLNeZogTsK8 My fav moment was earlier than yours. There’s a section near 3 min mark where it moves from the soft flow into something more rhythmic. Fascinating look at an artist in motion, tinkering to make sound. It reminds me a bit of a collaboration I did with Luka for Whale’s Lantern.
“A writer’s truest self hides in the same dark terrain where self-doubt and anxiety dwell -- those dread whisperers -- and it’s that self they constantly assail. They are, I think, the original hackers, determined to hijack the codem, to show us who’s boss, to confuse us into thinking the danger comes from without, not from within.”
-- from The Destiny Thief (Essays on Writing, Writers and Life), by Richard Russo, page 23
Image from page 44 of "Inductive elementary physical science with inexpensive apparatus, and without laboratory equipment" (1897)
As you get acclimated, I hope you will make regular note of postings to the #SmallStories hashtag (marked with capitals that way to assist screen reading software for the sight-impaired).
Several people are posting well-written short pieces for us all to enjoy.
I hope your fediverse experience is great!
The slender shape
stops, and stares,
a fox made white
by moonlight and
lamplight, a marble
statue of nature
caught in the act
of exploration, both
by canine and man.
We blink. It's gone,
a soft weave
of unhurried grace,
the dawn shadows
always seem to call
back its own on soft
I removed my glasses and the right-side lens dropped out of the frame. Where the screw went, I have no idea. I brought the glasses to a small business I had never used, and the next day, I picked the fixed frames up. "How much do I owe you?" I asked the man, who shrugged and smiled, and replied, "I only put a screw in there. You don't owe me a thing." I reached out, shook his hand with appreciation and told him, "Thank you." Some days just seem to have kindness baked right in. #smallstories
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How many plays has the project had?
Combined, the first two albums have had 2283 plays on Bandcamp – 37% of those were complete plays, 44% partial plays, and 19% skips. The second album is doing slightly better than the first one with regards to plays. Some of the songs are also on open.audio, but I don’t have any data from there.
“The dancer dances, the painter dips and lifts and lays on the oils, the composer reaches at least across the octaves. The poet sits. The architect draws and measures, and travels to the quarry to tramp among the gleaming stones. The poet sits, or, if it is a fluid moment, he scribbles some words upon the page.”
-- from Upstream, by Mary Oliver, page 157
I #amreading Springfield Confidential: Jokes, Secrets, and Outright Lies from a Lifetime Writing for The Simpsons
The writing quality fluctuates, oddly enough (given Mike Reiss role as a funny-man writer and showrunner for the program). But I am enjoying the insider's look at how the show gets written and produced.
“Challenges, some seeming daunting, will come and go. There will be dark days, and days with bright, warm sunshine. There will be periods of hope, and periods of despair. But when the dark days come, you must remember how the sun shone brightly on your face. When despair looms, you must grasp onto hope and lift it high for all to see.”
-- from We Rise, We Resist, We Raise Our Voices, edited by Wade Hudson and Cheyl Willis Hudson, page 3 (foreword)
The frog certainly seemed confused. The night's long rains had brought it out of the mud, no doubt, but now it was sitting smack-dab in the middle of the roadway. It was a large frog, fat with bugs perhaps. I used my toe to gently give it a nudge. Hop. Another nudge. Hop. One more nudge, and the frog was soon over the curb and into grass. Safe from cars and traffic. The dog and I continued our walk homeward, satisfied that a small act had made a difference in the life of a frog. #smallstories
“That afternoon, I tried to understand if I had made a choice about what to write. But instead it seemed to me if anyone had made a choice, the novel had, choosing me like I was a door and walking through me out into the world.”
-- from How to Write an Autobiographical Novel, by Alexander Chee, page 198
A student noticed a picture of Trump in an article we were reading.
"Why do so many people hate the president so much?"
There are many reasons I could rattle off: racism, immigration, judicial swing, taxes and much more. I have a growing list in my head.
Yet I also have a responsibility to my classroom space. I try to stay neutral when talking politics with young students.
I responded, "Sometimes, people have strong differences," and it immediately felt inadequate for the times.
I teach. I write. I explore. Sometimes, I find my way back. http://dogtrax.edublogs.org/
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