<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37913348</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:09:26.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>match-book songs and gypsy hymns</title><subtitle type='html'>I have created this blog in order to document the material I read, watch, and hear. Part reflection, part analysis,I will write about things that stimulate my mind and please my heart (in the non-pejorative sense).Comments and recommendations are very welcome.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsyhymns.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37913348/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsyhymns.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>olgaloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07472817321036821171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/olichka/07-05-06_1852.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37913348.post-2634595294309310964</id><published>2007-03-23T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T11:06:52.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kind shane. kind jack.</title><content type='html'>a kind irish boy wrote about my little music project, as well as a new side project i have with mr. johnny lamb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls Doing Embroidery &lt;a href="http://thetorturegarden.blogspot.com/2007/03/wants-to-be-loud.html"&gt;write up &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lapka ee Ovechka  &lt;a href="http://thetorturegarden.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-birds.html"&gt;write up &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thetorturegarden.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Torture Garden Blog &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i noticed that my pal, Jack Mudd, had actually found the site earlier and wrote his own review! &lt;a href="http://ialwayswantedtobeatenenbaum.blogspot.com/2007/03/girls-doing-embroidery.html"&gt;See here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, kind boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i feel so very blessed!&lt;br /&gt;oh i feel so excited about the gramophone family!&lt;br /&gt;we are looking at whole houses now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37913348-2634595294309310964?l=gypsyhymns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsyhymns.blogspot.com/feeds/2634595294309310964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37913348&amp;postID=2634595294309310964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37913348/posts/default/2634595294309310964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37913348/posts/default/2634595294309310964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsyhymns.blogspot.com/2007/03/kind-shane.html' title='kind shane. kind jack.'/><author><name>olgaloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07472817321036821171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/olichka/07-05-06_1852.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37913348.post-2944663860267642019</id><published>2007-03-12T11:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T12:28:15.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tin Drum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a pleasant day at The Museum of Natural History, I watched "The Tin Drum" with Mellissa and Ben last night. This is one of several &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Banned_films"&gt;banned films &lt;/a&gt;that are on my list.&lt;br /&gt;Based on a book by Gunter Grass, the film was quite bizzare. It's basically about a boy who decides to stop growing at the age of 3 during the time of World War II. The story is intriguing and fascinating; I might read the book now (comparitavly it has more to it, always the case, no?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was banned for child pornography in Canada and Oklahoma  because there are scenes of Oskar (main character) involved in sexual acts. Within the story he isn't a child, remember, he only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looks&lt;/span&gt; like a child, but in reality he was an 11 year old actor. It is somewhat disturbing, but I recommend it for those that have an appreciation for the obscure and odd. If you liked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Freaks&lt;/span&gt;, you'll like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay a Child Forever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;img src="http://www.filmarobics.com/images/89.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37913348-2944663860267642019?l=gypsyhymns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsyhymns.blogspot.com/feeds/2944663860267642019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37913348&amp;postID=2944663860267642019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37913348/posts/default/2944663860267642019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37913348/posts/default/2944663860267642019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsyhymns.blogspot.com/2007/03/tin-drum.html' title='The Tin Drum'/><author><name>olgaloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07472817321036821171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/olichka/07-05-06_1852.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37913348.post-5915626844826269235</id><published>2007-03-07T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T12:38:13.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Young Folks</title><content type='html'>It's unrealistic to document absolutely all that I take in. So, instead, I will write about the things I like or really disliked. I'm not so sure I want to keep a list of everything. That's just boring card cataloging...and I'd rather be...blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best book recently read: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gift's from Eykis &lt;/span&gt;There is a chapter titled "The Secrets of the Universe". This book is very practical and teaches you reality-based thinking. I've applied some of the theories, formula's, and proverbs. So far so good. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can't give what you don't have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;films: I've seen many films since my last update... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brother's Keeper, Welcome to the Dollhouse, American  Movie, Science of Sleep, Sex and Lucia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;just to name a few. I've liked all of these. I didn't so much like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Gospel According to St. Matthew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...  &lt;/span&gt;looking forward to seeing his other film&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; though, Salo or 120 Days of Sodom.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I found the written version by Marquis De Sade online. I've also found some of J.D Salinger's early short stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's both links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.globusz.com/ebooks/120Days/00000010.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the salinger one is somewhere in here... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/J.D._Salinger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been to Paris since last post... the L'Ouvre was magical (photos on my facebook account)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, fascinated by the art of Anthony Goicolea&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.anthonygoicolea.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna Newsoms Ys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;is one of the best albums. I'm still soaking it all in. It inspires me. Inspired me enough recently to tell my dear friends that we should live together in an art commune. and we're going to do it, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;gotta run. always on the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;love my new best friend. his name is Hope Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DwIS2RN8zRU/Re73-uN6Q9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/zAEbeLOxYns/s1600-h/m+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DwIS2RN8zRU/Re73-uN6Q9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/zAEbeLOxYns/s320/m+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039237690004489170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37913348-5915626844826269235?l=gypsyhymns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsyhymns.blogspot.com/feeds/5915626844826269235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37913348&amp;postID=5915626844826269235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37913348/posts/default/5915626844826269235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37913348/posts/default/5915626844826269235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsyhymns.blogspot.com/2007/03/young-folks.html' title='The Young Folks'/><author><name>olgaloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07472817321036821171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/olichka/07-05-06_1852.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DwIS2RN8zRU/Re73-uN6Q9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/zAEbeLOxYns/s72-c/m+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37913348.post-116561440532057567</id><published>2006-12-08T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T16:55:39.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Coco and Peppermint Sticks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5779/2299/1600/367522/charles-bukowski-200x300-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5779/2299/320/893717/charles-bukowski-200x300-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Music: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today’s play list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Forty Licks, by The Rolling Stones&lt;/i&gt; (there's just so many stones albums. I’ll stick with this one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;69 Love Songs,  by The Magnetic F&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ields&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;(great for dancing. fireflies//cuckoo//rabbits)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;various songs by &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Cold War Kids&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;(nothing real lasting. interesting voice. tolerable)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Through Being Cool, by Saves the Day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;(nostalgia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Stay What You Are, by Saves the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(nostalgia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;( )&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  by Sigur Ros&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;/i&gt;music to die to. make love to. cry to. read to. speechless music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;film:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0342172/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Capturing the Friedman’s &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told (by Michelle) to not read the synopsis of this film and to blindly watch it (oxymoron, nice) with no prior knowledge of the story. It really caught me off guard when I realized what the story was about. It’s rare that we can experience a film with a blank slate-- what with trailers, and hype and media. The film confronts Hysteria, and I was able to somewhat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;battle it out because I didn't have these prior judgments. I won't reveal much about it, except that it's a documentary and it’s very much worth seeing. Be sure to see the special features, too, there are helpful interviews, films, and talks. I could not make up my mind about the evidence presented in the film. Very well directed, in the sense that, Jarnecki &lt;i&gt;directed&lt;/i&gt; the audience with questions and did not spew answers. Two people can watch the film, and have opposite reactions to the ending. That’s rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Book: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ham on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Rye&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; by Charles Bukowski &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I further (as it was recommended to me) recommend this book to everyone. Especially if you liked Catcher in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Rye&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Butowski is an interesting character, and as this book is semi-autobiographical, I sympathized with Henry/Hank the main character despite his unsentimental and harsh way of living. The abuse, the shame, the confusion, and the isolation can be understood by most anyone. I couldn't put this book down, and read it in just a couple of days. It's vulgar, has unsentimental sexual references, and sometimes painful to read through-- but the cynical teen that sprouted from a confused and abused child, turns out to be a character that we would've all liked to know-- even if he said things like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"there's an ass kicking here twice a week, Becker. You just chose the wrong day to come by".&lt;br /&gt;This book is one I will recommend to everyone, especially if I don't know their taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5779/2299/1600/693183/ham%20on%20rye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5779/2299/320/204781/ham%20on%20rye.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The internet keeps jumping in and out at work, and during the "out" parts I write these little entries. It’s cold outside, almost in an unfair kind of way. Shouldn’t there at least be snow on the ground if we have to shiver like this??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Tonight I go to the American folk art museum to see Darger's work. This has been a year in waiting for me. I am eager. Betsy, a nice friend, will join me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekends plans:&lt;br /&gt;laundry&lt;br /&gt;clean my fucking goddam room, can't stand it right now&lt;br /&gt;throw a party tomorrow night&lt;br /&gt;drink&lt;br /&gt;dance&lt;br /&gt;laugh&lt;br /&gt;say some things that I don't mean&lt;br /&gt;go to sleep w/ people all around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up. Clean up. Coffee. Sunset bagel. Sunset special.&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Virginia&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;’s and decorate cookies.&lt;br /&gt;Go to Resurrection church (I haven't been to church in a couple of months)&lt;br /&gt;go see a Sounds Familyre show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that’s the plan thus far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5779/2299/1600/431605/buk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5779/2299/320/304319/buk1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean.&lt;br /&gt;Party.&lt;br /&gt;Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice little sandwich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;(all of these images are of Charles Bukowski)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37913348-116561440532057567?l=gypsyhymns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsyhymns.blogspot.com/feeds/116561440532057567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37913348&amp;postID=116561440532057567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37913348/posts/default/116561440532057567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37913348/posts/default/116561440532057567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsyhymns.blogspot.com/2006/12/hot-coco-and-peppermint-sticks.html' title='Hot Coco and Peppermint Sticks'/><author><name>olgaloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07472817321036821171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/olichka/07-05-06_1852.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37913348.post-116552250041116554</id><published>2006-12-07T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T17:09:21.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For what it's worth I like you and what is worse I really do</title><content type='html'>My first post will be a recap of the last week (+/- a day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(more to come)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Bob Dylan- Blonde on Blonde; Highway 69 Revisted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially appreciate the &lt;a href="http://bobdylan.com/songs/lowlands.html"&gt;lyrics &lt;/a&gt;of Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands. Poetry. The metaphors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;The Carnigans- Long Gone Before Dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: &lt;a href="http://www.lyrics007.com/The%20Cardigans%20Lyrics/For%20What%20Its%20Worth%20Lyrics.html"&gt;For What its Worth &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This album has more of a country sound to it, than the mtv-pop-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love-me-love-me&lt;/span&gt; image they had way back. I would've never given this album a chance if not for Michelle (my mentor and guide,  telling me about Copenhagen at the moment). She's been recommending books, music, and movies, and I have been very pleased with this education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/michelleaquilato"&gt;She&lt;/a&gt; is dramatically fine-tuning my tastes. I felt inclined to document this movement considering the high amount of intake at this point in my life (8 hours of music per day. Up to 100 pages of reading each day. And depending on netflix, a film every couple of days).&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for answers.&lt;br /&gt;These things give me, a mute, a voice.&lt;br /&gt;The more I read the more words I know.&lt;br /&gt;The more I listen the more I can speak.&lt;br /&gt;The more I watch, the more I know what to look for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reading&lt;/span&gt;: Ham on Rye, by Charles Bukowski (will finish tonight).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently finished the following books:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;The Stranger, by Camu&lt;/span&gt; --look into absurdism and existentialism if you find yourself confused by this mans' indifferance.&lt;br /&gt;"As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself - so like a brother, really - I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again. For everything to be consummated, for me to feel less alone, I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of my execution and that they greet me with cries of hate." -- I read this last page as I was walking down broadway to work. I connected with the Mersault and then went into the office. Queer feeling, it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;High Fidelity, by Nick Hornby &lt;/span&gt;(recommended by Michelle)&lt;br /&gt;A page turner. Its about a man, love, and his record collection. Favorite ideas/quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What comes first, the music or the miserable? Are we miserable because of the music we listen to? Or do we listen to music because we are miserable?. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;The Philosophy of Andy Warhol, by Andy Warhol &lt;/span&gt;(recommended by Betsy Clifton)&lt;br /&gt;Full of great quotes-- I typed them all out for personal use. The writing gets you into his head, which makes his art work all the more intriguing. It made me mourn his death. "Think Rich. Look poor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Camping ground, by Dallas Angguish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIGHLY RECOMMENDED.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's from "&lt;a href="http://www.powells.com/cgi-bin/biblio?inkey=1-0802139612-3"&gt;Dumped: An Anthology&lt;/a&gt;" full of short stories by various writers (even Raymond Carver!). It's a story about a homosexual youth and his first heart break. Sexually explicit and sometimes troublesome (the Longland twins)  yet sentimental and personal. I think I will photocopy it and send it to willing readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;film:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Watership Down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was hard to watch because it required close attention and because it's animated. I remembered trying to watch it as a child and not being able to follow it... for obvious reasons, within the first 10 minutes, a rabbit uses the word "opressed". This animated film is not for children, and actually contains a lot of profundities. It's an allegory for humanity, but I think it should be remade and better adapted to the book. The author had created his own language for the rabbits even. Original ideas/prefrances of the author should've been more incorporated into the film. Would've made it a little more intriguing and not so obvious in plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;In the Realms of the Unreal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A documentary about outsider artist Henry Darger. This was my second time viewing the film. I'll be going to The American Folk Artist Museum tomorrow to see his work. One should watch the director interview in the special features before seeing the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;The Thin Red Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A film directed by Terrance Mallick, adapted from a book. One of the better war movies I've seen. Not all gore and guts. Excellent story and character developement. Shows the personal side of war, instead of getting us pumped up about killing people (I've noticed the propaganda of patriotic war movies since we've invaded Iraq).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Coffee and Cigarettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One has to know the context of the film to fully enjoy it. Also, look up the actors. If you don't know who Tom Waits is, then you can't really appreciate the vingettes. The film itself is a work of art, that should be kept in mind.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  I'll have to figure out the format of this blog a little more. As far as music is concerned, I'll write more about what I like than dislike since there is such a high turn over rate. Books and Films I have to read/watch in order to judge and so it'll be a like/dislike judgement, and fair enough to post chronilogically since the turn over rate isn't high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should perhaps make more lists. I like lists. Just like Rob in High Fidelity-- constantly making a Top 5 List of everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my kids to be able to read this and develope  proper taste, as I pursue a similar attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should go eat lunch. i'm getting shakey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/olichka/mary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 480px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/olichka/mary.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37913348-116552250041116554?l=gypsyhymns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsyhymns.blogspot.com/feeds/116552250041116554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37913348&amp;postID=116552250041116554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37913348/posts/default/116552250041116554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37913348/posts/default/116552250041116554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsyhymns.blogspot.com/2006/12/for-what-its-worth-i-like-you-and-what.html' title='For what it&apos;s worth I like you and what is worse I really do'/><author><name>olgaloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07472817321036821171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/olichka/07-05-06_1852.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
