Easter 2008: Personal Bowling Record: 160 - Thank You Jesus.

Reading ~

The sea that calls all things unto her calls me, and I must embark.
For to stay, though the hours burn in the night, is to freeze and crystallize and be bound in a mould.
Fain would I take with me all that is here. But how shall I?
A voice cannot carry the tongue and the lips that give it wings. Alone must it seek the ether.
And alone and without his nest shall the eagle fly across the sun.

Kahlil Gibran - The Prophet . . . Like the Alchemist but less redundant and more Lebanese.


Meanwhile, just when I thought I was sick of Jazz, MPR plays a self-proclaimed jazz/electronic band named Cinematic Orchestra that deliver something as simple and visceral as Breathe:

prinzhorn dance school

You've got to give it to a duo that can accomplish this much with only a bass guitar and drum set.