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Laughing Evergreens: For Maya, The Woman Who Lived
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The music speaks for itself. All we can do is learn the language. Wednesday, May 28, 2014. For Maya, The Woman Who Lived. I don't know why I cry for Maya, but I do. She has had a long and difficult life, its beginning fraught with prejudice, it middle years of struggle; its end of peace. When I think of her, she is like a mixture of the three, and yet somehow towering above it, strong and wise, enduring. Perhaps I cry thanks to Maya, the woman who lived. The Detached - Maya Angelou. Care to know that.
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Laughing Evergreens: July 2014
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The music speaks for itself. All we can do is learn the language. Saturday, July 26, 2014. Waiting, Adjusting, Dreaming. So, let's see. Where have I been? In the last two months I've been to Taiwan, moved to a new place and got embroiled in a war (still going on). I've also been doing some writing, though not enough in both quantity and quality. Let's take it one item at a time. Longshan Temple, Taipei. We need more dreamers and men and women who can translate the dream into reality. On both sides...
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Laughing Evergreens: January 2014
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The music speaks for itself. All we can do is learn the language. Friday, January 10, 2014. A Boltzmann Brain walks into a bar. Have you ever pondered what it would feel like to fall into a black hole? Or wondered, as you observe a black cat turn the same corner twice. Whether reality is really all it's cracked up to be? If consciousness involves such high innate latency (around 100ms), how do musicians play so perfectly, without a seeming conscious effort? An observable Cat {Wikipedia}. This is similar,...
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Laughing Evergreens: May 2012
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The music speaks for itself. All we can do is learn the language. Friday, May 04, 2012. The last time I wrote. And it is. If you listen carefully to their new album, SEESAW. You may notice some other worldly innuendos, familiar and original waves, coursing towards some unknown destination, thrilled to be free. Part of it is the music celebrating itself, after being nearly destroyed in a hard-drive incident. The other part? Well, that's you, enjoying yourself along. The Rest are on Bandcamp. Of The Red Sea.
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Laughing Evergreens: Avoiding the Red Wedding
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The music speaks for itself. All we can do is learn the language. Friday, May 23, 2014. Avoiding the Red Wedding. Apologies in advance for any potential ear-worms generated by this post. Over the past few days I've been plagued by a particularly nasty ear-worm: the Game of Thrones opening theme. This might be a bit surprising considering I don't actually watch the show. Am I a milksop pacifist* who only accepts "happy endings" to be consumed? No I know there are no "happy endings" in real life, particula...
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Laughing Evergreens: May 2014
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The music speaks for itself. All we can do is learn the language. Wednesday, May 28, 2014. For Maya, The Woman Who Lived. I don't know why I cry for Maya, but I do. She has had a long and difficult life, its beginning fraught with prejudice, it middle years of struggle; its end of peace. When I think of her, she is like a mixture of the three, and yet somehow towering above it, strong and wise, enduring. Perhaps I cry thanks to Maya, the woman who lived. The Detached - Maya Angelou. Care to know that.
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Laughing Evergreens: Merry Christmas
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The music speaks for itself. All we can do is learn the language. Wednesday, December 24, 2008. When I was a child I used to go to my grandparents up north on the summer holidays. Other than the usual treats (and mis-treats), they also had the advantage of living on a mountain where they could pick up on antenna (no cable back then) some CBN transmissions. Other than the occasional Star Trek re-run, this was also my first exposure to Christianity. And " The Flying House. And who is this Jesus? When I ask...
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Laughing Evergreens: Waiting, Adjusting, Dreaming
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The music speaks for itself. All we can do is learn the language. Saturday, July 26, 2014. Waiting, Adjusting, Dreaming. So, let's see. Where have I been? In the last two months I've been to Taiwan, moved to a new place and got embroiled in a war (still going on). I've also been doing some writing, though not enough in both quantity and quality. Let's take it one item at a time. Longshan Temple, Taipei. We need more dreamers and men and women who can translate the dream into reality. On both sides...
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Laughing Evergreens: July 2011
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The music speaks for itself. All we can do is learn the language. Tuesday, July 12, 2011. Nothing to do, of course, with the current situation*. The bells were ringing again today. Sometimes distant, sometimes close enough to shatter my windows, they ring now more frequently than in the past. More urgently at times too. Crying wolf or just plain crying. I deftly avoid the airwaves that follow, hollow and loud. Despair? The naive belief that everything will be alright? Links to this post. Tel Aviv, Israel.
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Laughing Evergreens: A Boltzmann Brain walks into a bar
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The music speaks for itself. All we can do is learn the language. Friday, January 10, 2014. A Boltzmann Brain walks into a bar. Have you ever pondered what it would feel like to fall into a black hole? Or wondered, as you observe a black cat turn the same corner twice. Whether reality is really all it's cracked up to be? If consciousness involves such high innate latency (around 100ms), how do musicians play so perfectly, without a seeming conscious effort? An observable Cat {Wikipedia}. This is similar,...