T.G.I.F.: Snow Day!

Do NOT quit before the finish…


Thank you Susan

T.G.I.F.: It’s been a long week (Out with the X-Mas tree)

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Elephants feast on discarded Christmas trees at Berlin’s zoo.

Recycling. Au Naturel. Who knew?


(Source: wsj.com by Sean Gallup, Getty Images)

T.G.I.F.: It’s been a long week!

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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.: Just more…

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And if you need a video fix of the original SNL skit, hit More Cowbell.


Source: Your Eyes Blaze Out

T.G.I.F.: 5:00 PM Bell!

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T.G.I.F.: It’s been a long week

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Source: gifak.net

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

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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

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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)

 


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