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Thursday, July 24, 2014

P.S. BRB

New website in the works.... 

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Time and Memory

From "Through the Looking-Glass":

'The rule is, jam to-morrow and jam yesterday — but never jam to-day.'
'It MUST come sometimes to "jam to-day,"' Alice objected.
'No, it can't,' said the Queen. 'It's jam every OTHER day: to-day isn't any OTHER day, you know.'
'I don't understand you,' said Alice. 'It's dreadfully confusing!'
'That's the effect of living backwards,' the Queen said kindly: 'it always makes one a little giddy at first —'
'Living backwards!' Alice repeated in great astonishment. 'I never heard of such a thing!'
'— but there's one great advantage in it, that one's memory works both ways.'
'I'm sure MINE only works one way,' Alice remarked. 'I can't remember things before they happen.'
'It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards,' the Queen remarked.

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Dranks From Last Week

Pre yoga smoothie (good so you don't get hungry / stay hydrated):
almonds + coconut water + chia seeds + coconut oil + avocado + banana + cacao
































Post running (good for muscles)
cherry juice + cherries + cashews + cacao + coconut oil + mint


































Good when you want a healthy snack, but don't want chocolate or ice cream or don't want to eat a whole breakfast, but want something filling:
peanut butter + banana + cacao + chia seeds + cinnamon + coconut oil + almond milk











































Good for hiding noni juice bitterness, if you don't feel like dealing with the taste:
berries (here is raspberry + blueberry) + noni juice + coconut water + coconut oil + mint

































Sunday morning:
cardamom + cinnamon + ground coffee


Thursday, May 1, 2014

Wednesday Shmednesday, Just Thinkin' About Chance and Music



Earlier today, I was introduced to this beautiful song, and was then told the chilling story behind Shalom Katz. Katz was a recognized cantor by the time of his Bar Mitzvah. In 1942, he was forced to dig his own grave along with about 1600 Jews scheduled for mass execution in a Nazi concentration camp. It was then that Katz asked if he could sing the Keil Molei Rachamim, a Prayer for the Dead. He was granted permission by the Nazi commandant, who was so moved by Katz's singing that he spared his life so he could sing for the other Nazi officers. The next day, he was allowed to escape, and lived until 67 as a renowned cantor.



In this next video above on the Hammond Organ's history, I discovered that if it wasn't for Laurens Hammond's accountant who moonlighted as a church organist, the popular instrument would not have been what we know it as today. Indeed we associate the Hammond organ with the Church- along with vintage soap opera radio shows and popular jazz standards. This was a guy who was creating anything ever for a dollar- bridge tables, 3D technology, you name it- but his arguably most famous invention was shaped by a church organist associate. Needless to say, this chance collision worked out for Hammond (who FYI was way more avaricious than I would have imagined), and on a meta sync level this man created the 3D technology that benefitted Ziegfeld Follies act of the 1930s, which is where the Hammond organ artist I was researching- which led me to this video- met the love of his life.

Now, since I am huge marveler of chance tonight, I'll throw in a personal now-oldie, but goodie. About four weeks ago, I was recording the chorus for that parody video I posted two weeks ago which I guess I'll repost for reference sake.



 La Shea and I had recorded all of the rap parts, but neither of us could really 'sing-sing' so I decided to deal with it later, as she was leaving to LA later that week. I ended up posting a Craigslist ad eagerly seeking a "male with a deep, soulful voice." (Ha- I'm ridiculous, huh? :) )  Of all the responses I received, I decided only one could maybe work. I watched about three or four of the guy's videos and really imagined him mimicking the Charlie Wilson vocals. His voice is great. Alas, our correspondence was slow and I was too cheap to pay him (not to mention I thought I might get molested by a Craigslist random), and the momentum lost its fizz. I found a friend of a friend and subconsciously convinced myself an all girl thing would work better.

Fast forward to the day I am recording the friend of a friend, I start having a quasi-panic attack: What if the guy would have been better? Why didn't I go with Hassan? He was amazing, why didn't you further insist on making it work out? I got over it, as I do with all of my spazz attacks and dashed out of my office to record the friend of a friend, and who do I run into coming into my office building's elevator as I exit it? Hassan the Craigslist random! I remembered him from my You Tube research- and he did not recognize me. After an initial 20 minutes of freaking out I texted him asking if he was on the street I saw him at, and he was. Turns out he had a modeling audition on the floor below mine. Of all the people, in all the buildings, in all of New York! I took it as a sign, and decided to record him as well. He ended up working out in a more humorous way, and I know for a fact I would've never reached out to him again if I didn't run into him in that elevator on the way to the session that night. It was just too cosmic.

Saturday, April 26, 2014

Score!

Been having the favorite film scores conversation a lot lately.
Here are what I've decided this week to be my favorite, in no particular order:

Elevator to the Gallows, Miles Davis





The Conversation, David Shire



Wild At Heart, Angelo Badalamenti


Dead Man, Neil Young



Under the Skin, Mica Levi




Notes After Cecilia Chorus at Carnegie Hall



Let me preface this post with the chronologically ordered and fitting factoids that well before I was 12 years old I was debating my religious Mexican aunts (parents had already given up on me) on why I didn't believe Jesus was God, and that at 12 I made my eighth grade teacher Sister Mary Catherine so angry she threw a rock at the ground, and that at 17 I made another teacher- not a nun this time- cry after refuting her stances on religion and abortion (I think she couldn't have kids- she was quite open about it- and I told her I was terribly sorry, but that emotional bias is a selfish and insufficient reason to affect the emotional and physical health of every other woman in the country) (years later, I made it up to her by giving her and her kid (she adopted) free admission to this indoor playground for kids I worked at for far too long; see, I am not a cold-hearted asshole).  Then I went to college and got really into the social sciences, and that sort of sealed the deal.  Fully crystallized religionphobe.  No clue where this passion against Christ came from considering I went to Catholic school my entire life, although immediately after typing that last string of words I realized that perhaps that was the exact cause.

So it wasn't too random that at tonight's choral performance the first thing I thought when I heard the opening Ralph Vaughan Williams piece (which includes lines from Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass) I thought to myself- This is divinity! Who needs the religion part when you have this! Why isn't this enough?  The thought was most likely generated because I was sitting behind a nun and because I'd been reading about the choir's history before the show.  It was founded in 1906 by Metropolitan Opera coach Victor Harris under the name The Tuesday Morning Singing Club and soon became the St. Cecilia Chorus before deciding to drop the saint bit.

I greatly appreciate devotion, and admit I find beauty in faith and in aspects of religion (although to be honest, upon reflection, mostly what the mythologies say about us, the art and the music)- but to me, that beauty is on the same level as a film or a rainforest or a good conversation (because I would probably rank a great conversation higher :)).  I should also mention that while I'm pretty much a skeptic, I am a firm believer in the laws of synchronicity, and in a beautiful turn of events the very next piece was one called Credo for a Secular City by Tom Cipullo!  It opens with Iago's line from Othello "Demand me nothing.  What you know, you know" and it goes on to produce other inspiring words I had to totally resist from tweeting during intermission such as, "I doubt, therefore I think, therefore I am" (Antoine L√©onard Thomas riffing on Descartes) and a line from Llewelyn Powys' The Pathetic Fallacy: A Study of Christianity:  "A wise man can do no better than to turn from the churches and look up through the airy majesty of the wayside trees with exultation, with resignation, at the unconquerable unimplicated sun."

So why aren't the certainties of facts and mystery at large enough?  I can't even begin to try and answer that because this subject isn't my forte, but I'll say my hunches point to the same reason why people decide there's a safety in settling. And underlying that and my other hunches, the power of fear.  Why the need to define if the definition is absurd?  Curiosity is at the core of our humanness, and I don't take for granted that our spirits are partly driven by wonder (even if the wonder is sometimes inspired by religious notions). Ultimately, I find dogma stunts the full exploration of that wonder, and ya know what-

- I'm fine with this open ended mystery because that beautiful curiosity enables growth.  I'm reading William Burroughs' Junky for work right now, and in there he says, "When you stop growing you start dying."  I think those will be my two new (albeit vague) reasons as to why I'm so anti organized religion, its powerful and dangerous ability to narrow a mind and promote the need for "more than this"...  Because this is great!

P.S. I totally saved the Eucharist wafers in my pocket and ate them in class.


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