I haven't been posting music on here lately. There's a lot of reasons, one of them being that I'm working on producing a team movie for Joystick. And I know people get music ideas off here, so I haven't been posting much of my new stuff on here.
But this Cool Kids song is too good. I have to share it.
So if you use The Cool Kids in your movie, you know you heard it here first. And I'm claiming it now, I'm using that shit in my movie. And biting's weak.
But this Cool Kids song is too good. I have to share it.
So if you use The Cool Kids in your movie, you know you heard it here first. And I'm claiming it now, I'm using that shit in my movie. And biting's weak.
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R.I.P Cyder - You'll be missed brother...
THE HAPPIEST DAY, THE HAPPIEST HOUR
by Edgar Allan Poe
The happiest day the happiest hour
My sear'd and blighted heart hath known,
The highest hope of pride and power,
I feel hath flown.
Of power! said I? yes! such I ween;
But they have vanish'd long, alas!
The visions of my youth have been
But let them pass.
And, pride, what have I now with thee?
Another brow may even inherit
The venom thou hast pour'd on me
Be still, my spirit!
The happiest day the happiest hour
Mine eyes shall see have ever seen,
The brightest glance of pride and power,
I feel have been:
But were that hope of pride and power
Now offer'd with the pain
Even then I felt that brightest hour
I would not live again:
For on its wing was dark alloy,
And, as it flutter'd fell
An essence powerful to destroy
A soul that knew it well.
THE HAPPIEST DAY, THE HAPPIEST HOUR
by Edgar Allan Poe
The happiest day the happiest hour
My sear'd and blighted heart hath known,
The highest hope of pride and power,
I feel hath flown.
Of power! said I? yes! such I ween;
But they have vanish'd long, alas!
The visions of my youth have been
But let them pass.
And, pride, what have I now with thee?
Another brow may even inherit
The venom thou hast pour'd on me
Be still, my spirit!
The happiest day the happiest hour
Mine eyes shall see have ever seen,
The brightest glance of pride and power,
I feel have been:
But were that hope of pride and power
Now offer'd with the pain
Even then I felt that brightest hour
I would not live again:
For on its wing was dark alloy,
And, as it flutter'd fell
An essence powerful to destroy
A soul that knew it well.
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The season begins again, hotel rooms and overnight drives. We went on a rail trip... The "Motor Inn" the next morining.
Winter streets.
Dave Rouleau shoots and manages a creative company Gnar Core. I'm doing some shit with him... that's his face for shooting handrails.
Front blunt pretzel out? Nah.
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Amazing work.
Please watch. It's worth it.
http://www.poynterextra.org/NPPA2006/index.htm
Click on the lower left "Judges Choice" link.
anthony
Please watch. It's worth it.
http://www.poynterextra.org/NPPA2006/index.htm
Click on the lower left "Judges Choice" link.
anthony
Amazing. Thanks for sharing.
Speechless. You posted this at a time when I've been particularly interested in the works of war photojournalists. Thanks for this post...
for some reason, i've been interested in possibly doing photojournalism, someday. emotive video...
war really explains how vacuous humanity can be.
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Thanks for all the posts with the new reading. It was rad to see.
As for me, well I've taken procrastination to new heights. Sorting coins. According to destination/color/time/memory.
I even photographed the foreign ones. Guess who doesn't want to work/write essays for school.
As for me, well I've taken procrastination to new heights. Sorting coins. According to destination/color/time/memory.
I even photographed the foreign ones. Guess who doesn't want to work/write essays for school.
I like loose change from other countries. I recognize some Japanese and Thai coins.
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