Nuit Blanche (Sleepless Night) explores a fleeting moment between two strangers, revealing their brief connection in a hyper real fantasy. Magic…
He was born with cystic fibrosis, a chronic progressive disease characterized by a thick, sticky mucous that clogs the lungs. Each day, he takes 50-70 pills. And he hooks himself up to a machine called the vest that shakes his upper body for 1-1.5 hours a day to loosen the mucus from his lungs. All this – - so he can run. He’s run 6 marathons, five of which have been under 4 hours. Why does he do it?
“I do it because I want to prove to myself that I can…I run because one day I might not able to.”
Source: Thank you lybio.net
“…There are moments on the brink, when you can give yourself to a lover, or not; give in to self-doubt, uncertainty, and admonishment, or not; dive into a different culture, or not; set sail for the unknown, or not; walk out onto a stage, or not. A moment only a few seconds long, when your future hangs in the balance, poised above a chasm. It is a crossroads. Resist then, and there is no returning to the known world. If you turn back, there is only what might have been. Above that invisible crossroads are inscribed the words: Give up your will, all who travel here…”
Passage Excerpt from nytimes.com.
Eddie Catlin – Actor. Peter Batchelor - Narrator / Voice. Music Credits: ”Preparing” by In The Nusery. ”Hope Renewed – Instrumental” by Martin Sebastian Holm.
I can’t say that I execute every day, but I do believe this. Yes I do.
Now, who wouldn’t love a six-story, floating rubber duckie. Something incredibly soothing about this picture (and the story).
And if you want to go back down memory lane,
Two men. Hitchhiking from Vancouver to Yukon. They traveled over 4,000 miles to the land of icebergs and grizzly bears. This clip reminded me of quote in a post by makebelieveboutique.com:
Infinite nature, which is boundless Spirit, unutterable, not intelligible, outside of all imagination, beyond all essence, unnameable, known only to the heart.
~ Robert Fludd
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It’s a lazy Saturday afternoon.
You are in Paris.
You have no plans for the evening.
Your phone rings.
It’s an invitation to the annual Diner En Blanc.
You and “13,000 people, dressed elaborately in white, will converge at a secret location (in Paris) for the annual DINER EN BLANC. In fifteen minutes they will position 4,000 tables, unveil miles of linens, crystal, sterling and epicurean delicacies. You’ll eat, drink and dance until midnight at which time you’ll will depart as swiftly as you arrived. [Read more...]
After chores were done, Saturdays were for fishing. Not fly fishing but rod, reel and bait fishing on the Columbia or Kootenay Rivers. This one minute clip rolled the memories back. Whether you fish or not, this clip puts you in the driver’s seat of the magic. The solitude. The oneness with nature. Here’s “Stream of Dreams.”
Source: ThomasandThomas.com – Tangled Lines
It’s hard to imagine how I could not have heard of Mario Biondi prior to tripping into this video on Nia‘s blog. BIG voice on his rendition of this classic tune (Close to Me) which was composed by Burt Bacharach and Hal David and originally recorded by The Carpenters in 1970.
Mario Biondi, 42, is a jazz-soul vocalist born in the Sicilian city of Catania in Italy. He was born of artistic stock. His great grandfather was a respected painter, his grandmother a singer, and his father a popular songwriter. Biondi sang throughout his childhood, first performing in public at age 12 in church, and soon singing in public squares before hundreds of people. From there he competed in the Festival della Canzone Siciliana, taking third place. Biondi’s musical pursuits earned him the opportunity to perform alongside such Italian vocal greats as Califano, Bongusto, and Fiorello, as well as American legend Ray Charles. As word of his talent and skill got out, Biondi found himself collaborating with groups like the Change, Mario Brothers, and Funky Company on recordings and tours. Given his powerful and unique voice, it was not long before Biondi was encouraged to pursue a solo career. Featuring material inspired by American R&B artists like Lou Rawls, Luther Vandross, and Donny Hathaway, Biondi’s debut record was released in 2006. (Link to album can be found here.)
Wednesday mornings are customarily reserved for my selections of fellow bloggers’ inspiring posts of the week. We’re departing from our normal fare. My Rachel shared this 6-minute clip last night. I was captivated. No more words. WATCH.
Note to Rachel. Your short email to me said: “good video about how we (women specifically) perceive ourselves.” Your subject heading was “awesome video.”
I do believe you missed a few sentences in your email. Here’s what I read between the lines:
“Dad, you were relentless and I didn’t like you for it. How many times did you tell me I didn’t need eye make-up? Hundreds, I think. How many times did you tell me that I didn’t need hair color. That nail polish didn’t matter much. That I didn’t need any make-up at all. That I was beautiful just the way I was. I’m beginning to get it now Dad. You were right. (Again) Thank you Dad.”
You are welcome Honey. You are more beautiful than you think. Yes you are.
I lift my head from my reading.
To watch. To listen. To inhale.
High winds from the northwest swaying the tall pines. The gusts rustling the branches. The tree tops whistling. The sweet smell of tree resin drifting over the fence from the neighbor’s pruning. It was yesterday, Sunday afternoon. I was lounging in the backyard. Licking my wounds from my long run. Tucked under a comforter…seeking protection against chilling 20 mph winds. I put Knausgaard down and start thumbing through blog posts. ”Wind” synchronicity switches on.
First Thomas Merton: “No writing on the solitary, meditative dimensions of life can say anything that has not already been said better by the wind in the pine trees.”
Then Cat Stevens with “The Wind“: “…listen to the wind…To the wind of my soul…Where I’ll end up well I think, Only God really knows…”
During his last school break, my Eric hooked me on the AMC Series The Walking Dead. (A wonderful, uplifting and nurturing series on humanity. Sarcasm dripping.) This song, “Lead Me Home” by Jamie N. Commons, premiered on the show. Commons, 23, is a singer-songwriter who was born in Bristol, England. He relocated with his family to Chicago at the age of six where he was immersed in Chicago Blues. He returned back to the UK at 16. Raspy like Tom Waits – gothic like Nick Cave…amazing young talent. His new album, Rumble & Sway, was released last month.
Ry Cuming, 23, is a singer-songwriter born in the small coastal Australian town of Angourie. Growing up on a beach in Australia, he spent most of his days surfing and listening to his father’s vinyl collection. He quickly developed a love for a number of different styles of music from Marvin Gaye and Stevie Wonder to Ben Harper and Jack Johnson. His career took shape as an 18 year-old traveler in Costa Rica. One fateful afternoon while playing in the hallway of a hotel, Ry met a young film producer who would later become his manager. Cuming won two of Australia’s Dolphin Awards in 2004 for Best Pop Song and Best New Artist. (Sources: Wiki & JamBase.com)
Source: Thank you OCD: Obsessive Corgi Disorder
Molalla, a 9-week old Baby River Otter, learns how to swim at the Oregon Zoo. OK. I’ll never complain about my swimming lessons in my youth…
I’m worried. I liked this. Don’t ask me how many times I hit go on this 8 second clip. Here’s how to pronounce “Synecdoche“. And, if the suspense is overwhelming and you want to know what “Synecdoche” means, the definition can be found here.
And if you are looking for a real word treat, check out this old post titled Words…. Loved this too.
Related Posts: Synecdoche (jettiepoetry.wordpress.com)
cab·in fe·ver: Irritability, listlessness, and similar symptoms results from long confinement or isolation indoors during the winter.
32F yesterday with chilling winds. Spring can show up any time so we can frolic around like Dairy Cows in Holland. I’ve been around cows. I’ve never seen this before. Here’s 30 seconds of happy (very) wrapped in U2′s “It’s a Beautiful Day.”
Forty students from the Jerusalem Academy of Music and Dance took a classical approach to the flashmob as they flashwaltzed Tchaikovsky’s Waltz of the Flowers at the new Sarah Wetsman Davidson Hospital Tower in Jerusalem. Doctors, patients and passers-by joined in the fun. The surprise concert was part of Good Deeds Day, an annual event that originated in Israel in 2007 and now takes place in over 50 countries worldwide. On this day volunteers reach out to the less fortunate and the vulnerable. Hadassah Medical Organization treats over one million patients annually, without regard to race, religion or national origin.
Thank you Mme Scherzo
Some clips need no introduction…
How many laughs is this man responsible for in my life? Too many to count. Here’s two minutes with Archie and Michael.
I’m not a time lapse video aficionado…yet, this clip of Australian terrain pulled me in frame by frame and held me spellbound. Haunting. Mesmerizing. And, oh, The Clouds. ”Karst” is defined as: An area of irregular limestone in which erosion has produced fissures, sinkholes, underground streams, and caverns.
Good Sunday morning.
- For more work by Glen Ryan: http://www.karstcountry.com/
- Time-Lapse Video Like You’ve Never Seen It: Breathtaking Infrared (theatlantic.com)
- Karst Country: A Haunting Infrared Timelapse Of The Australian Countryside (devambardekar.wordpress.com)
- Breathtaking black and white time lapse of Australia’s beautiful terrain (holykaw.alltop.com)
Thursday. He was running late for lunch. My college roommate. Just like him to be late. My mind whirring back to college…
Short (very) and stocky build. Permanently attired in University of Minnesota Gopher sweatpants and an oversized sweat shirt with hoody. Everything hung large. Everything rumpled. “Unkempt, having an untidy or disheveled appearance.” Webster’s should have added his name. He was the magnetic center – the beating heart – of every college party. Quarter-bounce champ into Pabst Blue Ribbon at the Alibi. Ringleader for late night games of Hearts. Out late. (Very) Up late. (Very) Blessed with a quick wit and quicker on the ice. Selected easiest path to graduation: Art. Sculpture. Sociology. Physical Education. And even this was a struggle. Yet, he was never late for hockey practice. Vote never taken, but most likely to end up next to the curb.
He walked in. Hair salt and peppered grey. Blazer. Blue open collar shirt. Tropical skin tone. (He’s got it together.)
One word. Beautiful.
If I could stay just for a minute more
Then I could say all the things I’ve been saving up for
Never enough time in the day & moments like this
come a moment too late
And, there’s so many things that I don’t understand
And I’m standing in line with my open hand
Waiting for some explanation
Something to hold onto
And the minutes of the day turn to hours of the week
And time’s slippin’ away & we don’t hardly speak
And I’m feeling so lost deep in my soul…
Ben Howard, 25, an award winning singer-songwriter who was born in West London. He was raised by musical parents who exposed him to their favorite records from singer-songwriter artists from the 1960s and 1970s at an early age, like Van Morrison, Joni Mitchell and Simon Garfunkel, by which he was strongly influenced.
ITV.com: Ben Howard has won best British male and best breakthrough act at the Brit Awards. As he collected his first award, he said: “I’m not very good at speeches. I’m not very good at dancing.” He also thanked his mother, saying, “She’s rung a lot of old friends to ask them to vote for this.”
Country isn’t down my power alley…but this song is smooth. New Zealand punching above its weight class this week – first my Uggs and now Keith Urban.
Source: Thank you Sundaug
“Mohammad Azmi, a 55-year-old former contractor, has dedicated his life to rescuing stray dogs and cats, despite living in a country (Malaysia) where dogs are considered taboo and filthy…However for Mohammad Azmi, who is fondly known as Pak Mie, his love for these animals is unconditional, as he, with the help from his wife, splurge their savings on the stray animals by providing a shelter, food and medication on daily basis, apart getting donations from concerned citizens… This also means that they have to lead a simple life; so simple that they sleep in the car parked outside the shelter that they built just to make sure that no one harms the animals during the night. Although Pak Mie knows that he will never get anything in return by sacrificing his normal life, he is hopeful that he will continue to do so until his last breath.”
The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.
~ Mahatma Gandhi