Lemon-Scented Bivouac  


Fatherly and, eventually, teacherly blather. Also: graphic design, baseball, synthetic fabrics, jug band music and, lord help us, the occasional politics.


Friday, November 29, 2002  

 
During the various celebrations of yesterday I realized there is, possibly, someone in the world that has not seen this Daler Mendhi video, which is quite possibly the greatest thing on earth. Just trust me and load it up.

  posted by Andy @ 11:49 AM §


Tuesday, November 26, 2002  

 
I can't even figure out where to begin with Tony Schwarz. An agorophobe, completist and possible genius, he made tens of thousands of recordings of his beloved New York and assembled them into audio documentaries. There's a wormole that runs from This American Life through the advent of television directly back to Tony Schwarz' world of the '50s. There's a lot to hear. Try listening to:
-- A Puerto Rican man translating a song off the jukebox ("when I saw snow coming down like coconut flakes from heaven ... my soul was very disconsolate").
-- Children chanting a game built around the phrase "who took the cookie from the cookie jar" -- you think George Clinton didn't grow up doing this sort of thing? You think rap doesn't come from George Clinton? (And the story about the goat is just plain weird.)
-- A lovely Romanian song sent from a woman in Pittsburgh.
-- Most amazingly, an audio montage of Tony Schwarz' neice's life from infancy to adolescence in two minutes.
Oh, and the page hosting these Tony Schwarz snippets, basichip, is a fine place to get lost as well.

  posted by Andy @ 3:25 PM §


Monday, November 25, 2002  

 
For those who care, the mighty orange soccer team Naranja Mecanica logged its first championship in quite a while with a 2-0 victory, and I watched from the mouth of the goal. This now brings the totality of athletic triumphs in which I have participated to -- well, not quite doube digits yet, but I'm working on it. The opposition had a striker with a near-satanic gift for curling corner kicks into the goal but I manage to sissy-slap both of them out of the way. And no feet around my face or knees in my upper thigh or forearms in my neck. That's a minimum standard that's sometimes hard to meet.

  posted by Andy @ 10:25 AM §

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