The Mountain Goats
playing their new song ‘Birth of Serpent’ on TV on the Late Show.
The Mountain Goats are an American gem. Why don’t more people know and love this band? Playing in Brighton on 24th May
Ooh, some new Mountain Goats!
The Mountain Goats – Birth of Serpents
From All Eternals Deck (2011), as performed on The Late Show 2/23/11
Direct from John Darnielle’s Twitter:
“Any artist who is blase about being on TV, step aside and give us your space, because to us it is really, really hurt-our-faces-smiling fun.”
OH MY GOD THE MOUNTAIN GOATS. The Sunset Tree is in my top 10 all-time albums, and they are playing in Brighton THREE DAYS BEFORE MY BIRTHDAY? TICKETS TO THIS YES PLEASE THANK YOU.
In case you don’t, vote “yes” and reblog. This is the Wall Street Journal, it tends to skew conservative.
Should we influence the result?
Yes. Yes I think we should.
I think we need to. For the good of humanity 🙂
Tags: always and forever, it's easy being pro life when you are not the one being pregnant, pro-choice
Taken outside a Planned Parenthood in Olympia, WA.
The NoteSlate is a 13-inch e-ink tablet that mimics paper. You can jot down notes with the stylus and store them digitally—so simple, yet so awesome. I’d never buy a Moleskine again. Coming out in June 2011 for $100
A 13 inch, 750 x 1080 pixel display. Up to 180 hours of battery life. You can even play mp3’s on it. Click here for more pictures.
DEFINITELY DO WANT
WANTWANTWANT. I have probably spent MUCH more than $100 on notebooks in just the last YEAR. *grabbyhands*
Thanks for the reply! I was actually talking about the one in his hair. I wonder if its just his own thing or if its for Wettest County…
Oooh right. Yeah, it’s the same sort of thing, more likely to be a fashion statement (boys in england are weird, ’s all i’m saying 😉
PS Your blog is so many levels of awesome, it brings joy* to my life every day 🙂
*By “joy” I mean “Tom Hardy”, but really, aren’t they already synonyms? 😀
When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me-it still sometimes happens-and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again. Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous-not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… . That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… . That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… . That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful… . The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.
Ann Druyan, talking about her dead husband Carl Sagan (via savagemike)
Reading this and thinking about it makes me feel much calmer and at peace with the idea of death than any religious interpretation of death and the afterlife ever has. On my mums side of the family especially we’ve always believed in celebrating life rather than death, but equally accepting death as a part of life.
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.”
– Christina Rosetti
via Jamie Wilkinson.
Heart beat of… the Twilight Zone
It would be interesting if you could make this animate with the rhythm of a heartbeat.
(Also, I am on a fairly excellent amount of prescribed opiates, and this is trying to HYPNOTISE ME.)