T.G.I.F.: Bring on the Weekend

dog-pet-cut-bull-dog


Photo: juj (via Nini Poppins)

T.G.I.F.: Teetering on yourself

teeter-chair-jpg

You push yourself to the edge
until you become the edge and teeter on yourself–
but there is no edge,
only new modes of consciousness swimming into one another.

~ Jim Harrison, from “A Natural History of Some Poems,” Just Before Dark: Collected Nonfiction

 


Notes: Poem source: Memory’s Landscape. Photography: No boundaries by Monique (via Mennyfox55)

T.G.I.F.: It’s been a long week

bear-nap-zoo

Polar bear Wolodja takes a nap in its enclosure at the Berlin Tierpark zoo in Germany.

Rest Wolodja, rest.

 


Source: The Washington Post, (Maurizio Gambarini/dpa via AP; Jan. 8, 2017)

T.G.I.F.: It’s been a long week!

elephant-bath-tgif-t-g-i-f


Photo: wsj.com – A mahout bathes his elephant before a festival in Sauhara, Nepal. (Narayan Maharjan, Pacific Press, December 27, 2016)

5:00 PM Bell! (Lucky Chops)

Check out the foot work of Mr. Green Hair @ 1:06. How good are these guys?

The brass band Lucky Chops was started by some kids at New York LaGuardia High (the “Fame” school) who cut their teeth playing in the subway. When a South American tourist shot a video of them that went viral, they started getting real gigs…”We still go into the subway to perform when we have the time. It’s a great training ground, if we workshop a new song in the subway and are able to get strangers to stop what they’re doing and listen to us then we know that song is a keeper.” (Source: Bedford + Bowery)

Liked this? Check out Lucky Chops with their Adele Cover: Hello

T.G.I.F.: 5:00 PM Bell!

birds-gif-jpg


Notes:

Monday Morning: Butt up. Flaps Up. Rise. Rise.

cute-bird-jump

 


Source: Your Eyes Blaze Out (from Pixar Film “Piper”)

T.G.I.F.: It’s been a long week

Impossible. Impossible not to smile here…

 

T.G.I.F.: the chatter of blind effortful thought

balloon-tgif-let-go

People had often told me to ‘let go’ more, to give myself up to music or impulse, or rest, and I had always thought it meant a passive plunging in to the oblivion of my blind thought. But always, when given its head, my blind thought had carried me away into hot, fussy anxieties or long-winded scheming for things it wanted, some plan or another which would not let me rest. And this state had spread from my mind to my body, so that my muscles were always taut with the effort to get what I wanted. Now, however, when I had at last learnt the restraining act which was real ‘letting go’, the chatter of blind effortful thought dwindled from an exhausting distraction to the far-away twitter of sparrows high up in the eaves.

~ Marion Milner, A Life of One’s Own (First Published, 1934)

 


Notes:

T.G.I.F.

color


Source: Mennyfox55

%d bloggers like this: