tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54084846291101770652024-02-19T09:51:49.896-05:00Tell My Mother Not to WorryBrendan Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14148827232908024839noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408484629110177065.post-34879633067009831752010-05-29T01:08:00.003-04:002010-05-29T01:18:52.775-04:00New Blog (Kinda)So i've moved from Blogger to Tumblr. This probably means very little to most, especially those who just follow the rss stream but it means there's a very important change.<br /><br />You can now read my poems, musings, favorite quotes (along with a good portion of awesome pictures and videos from around the web) at the following site:<br /><br /><a href="http://tellmymother.tumblr.com/">http://tellmymother.tumblr.com</a><br /><br />there's an rss button on there for all you google readers, or just enter this feed: http://tellmymother.tumblr.com/rss into that "Add a subscription" boxBrendan Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14148827232908024839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408484629110177065.post-91762435754052052052010-05-17T19:36:00.002-04:002010-05-17T19:42:53.798-04:00The Future Pope<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/S_HUOct5OPI/AAAAAAAABGU/Sn79iaAA508/FuturePope.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 439px; height: 1166px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/S_HUOct5OPI/AAAAAAAABGU/Sn79iaAA508/FuturePope.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Brendan Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14148827232908024839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408484629110177065.post-30773897418999217322010-05-17T19:33:00.002-04:002010-05-17T19:35:58.294-04:00Her OdysseyI thought the picture here was beautiful and decided to write a story around it (both physically and metaphorically).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/S-tGlvxWzFI/AAAAAAAABEU/bRXUNQGv9ds/Odyssey.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 842px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/S-tGlvxWzFI/AAAAAAAABEU/bRXUNQGv9ds/Odyssey.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Brendan Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14148827232908024839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408484629110177065.post-36055030399623248562010-05-17T19:24:00.004-04:002010-05-17T19:32:31.135-04:00A Dusty Mesa<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/S_HRqM4bGWI/AAAAAAAABGM/bhA5ZR80n6I/IsolatedInPlainSight.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 646px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/S_HRqM4bGWI/AAAAAAAABGM/bhA5ZR80n6I/IsolatedInPlainSight.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Brendan Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14148827232908024839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408484629110177065.post-9316443399532976492010-05-17T19:13:00.004-04:002010-05-17T19:22:49.656-04:00The Last Hour On Earth<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/S-tGlJckMdI/AAAAAAAABEM/viI1qiSsu08/LastHourOnEarth.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 1377px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/S-tGlJckMdI/AAAAAAAABEM/viI1qiSsu08/LastHourOnEarth.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />This poem means a lot to me for a number of reasons, the greatest being that I read it as a humorous poem about love, and I made it from a story about the Westboro Baptist Crazies. That's what I like about these blackout poems: making something new and sometimes completely opposite from the original words.<br /><br />Here's the poem in during the creation phase (complete with picture of said Crazies).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/S-H3kJrFe4I/AAAAAAAAA-w/K-DlW1itpWQ/GodHatesYou.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 689px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/S-H3kJrFe4I/AAAAAAAAA-w/K-DlW1itpWQ/GodHatesYou.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Brendan Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14148827232908024839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408484629110177065.post-76819969682250955692010-05-03T16:27:00.009-04:002010-05-03T16:40:23.709-04:00Appearances.I found these two pictures and think they go together.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/SxibahX11qI/AAAAAAAAAN4/9lOms0DDWUQ/s800/Picture%20325.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/SxibahX11qI/AAAAAAAAAN4/9lOms0DDWUQ/s800/Picture%20325.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/S98htk67YwI/AAAAAAAAA6E/E65xWPmW6qw/s800/president.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 588px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/S98htk67YwI/AAAAAAAAA6E/E65xWPmW6qw/s800/president.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Brendan Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14148827232908024839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408484629110177065.post-40626810933211927522010-04-20T02:31:00.004-04:002010-04-20T02:42:17.979-04:00More Great MusicJust watch 'em - you won't regret it.<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gWBG1j_flrg&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gWBG1j_flrg&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vt3pMzPjauc&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vt3pMzPjauc&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lLJf9qJHR3E&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lLJf9qJHR3E&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>Brendan Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14148827232908024839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408484629110177065.post-346643260138308222010-03-25T21:12:00.007-04:002010-03-26T09:07:40.452-04:00A Metaphor For Last Week's Hockey Game<center><br /><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/S6wI9GMH_rI/AAAAAAAAA2U/kL73zeTuZsE/sacredheart.gif" /><br /><br />Best viewed with "Eye of the Tiger" playing in the background.<br /><br />Go Tigers!<br /></center>Brendan Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14148827232908024839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408484629110177065.post-60092756650592908482010-03-21T20:39:00.003-04:002010-03-21T20:43:16.069-04:00The Final Act<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/S4yHVAH25MI/AAAAAAAAAzI/az4dDNta3Z0/FinalAct.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 464px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/S4yHVAH25MI/AAAAAAAAAzI/az4dDNta3Z0/FinalAct.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a>Brendan Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14148827232908024839noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408484629110177065.post-10473677573678334502010-03-07T19:25:00.001-05:002010-03-07T19:32:50.651-05:00Specialization"A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects." - Robert HeinleinBrendan Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14148827232908024839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408484629110177065.post-31150229197585619342010-03-06T23:41:00.004-05:002010-03-06T23:48:52.138-05:00At Arm's Length<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/S4yHB2Ees5I/AAAAAAAAAy8/4GMgSvLOTuo/AtArmsLength.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 843px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/S4yHB2Ees5I/AAAAAAAAAy8/4GMgSvLOTuo/AtArmsLength.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Figured I'd post this one, as it's already up on <a href="http://newspaperblackout.tumblr.com/post/428958994/at-arms-length-by-brendan-lenz-rochester-ny">the blogosphere</a>.Brendan Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14148827232908024839noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408484629110177065.post-13322217492615798742010-03-03T17:54:00.003-05:002010-03-03T17:58:35.071-05:00Crash<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/S4yHBtgexRI/AAAAAAAAAyw/YOY7Es-0ztM/AnApology.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 406px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/S4yHBtgexRI/AAAAAAAAAyw/YOY7Es-0ztM/AnApology.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />A lot of my poems are a bit depressing. I'll work on that. I posted a more uplifting one just now called <a href="http://whothehellcanseeforever.blogspot.com/2010/03/special-democrat.html"><span style="font-style:italic;">A Special Democrat</span></a>Brendan Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14148827232908024839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408484629110177065.post-90765987714965863382010-03-03T17:48:00.003-05:002010-03-03T17:52:23.478-05:00Salinger<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/S4yHU2J9vtI/AAAAAAAAAzE/CIiswWszahU/Fame.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 697px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/S4yHU2J9vtI/AAAAAAAAAzE/CIiswWszahU/Fame.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />I wrote this one from the New York Times article on Salinger the day after he died. I think it sums up his life pretty well.Brendan Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14148827232908024839noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408484629110177065.post-29070241558822040192010-03-03T17:43:00.002-05:002010-03-03T17:47:13.532-05:00A Special Democrat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/S4yHB5c31TI/AAAAAAAAAy4/z9Xjm7qtcU0/ASpecialDemocrat.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 934px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/S4yHB5c31TI/AAAAAAAAAy4/z9Xjm7qtcU0/ASpecialDemocrat.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a>Brendan Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14148827232908024839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408484629110177065.post-25080502185666400662010-03-02T00:14:00.002-05:002010-03-02T00:21:50.933-05:00Newspaper Blackout PoemsMy last few posts are examples of some poems I've written by blacking words on a newspaper. These poems are a blatant copy of the work done by Austin Kleon, but hey art is all about stealing ideas. <br /><br />I have finally gotten my hands on a scanner so I'm posting some of the poems from the last few weeks. I'll try and keep the updates coming, but no promises.<br /><br />I would really appreciate some feedback on the poems (content, layout, etc.) so let me know what you think.<br /><br />Lastly, you should check out the inspiration. He's got some great stuff (even a book!).<br /><a href="http://www.austinkleon.com/">http://www.austinkleon.com/</a>Brendan Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14148827232908024839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408484629110177065.post-10011939687422874792010-03-01T23:53:00.000-05:002010-03-01T23:56:54.677-05:00Mom-and-Pop Delusions<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/S4yaBeQPkqI/AAAAAAAAAzw/wuX8llAaWAA/s512/Mom-and-Pop.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 491px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/S4yaBeQPkqI/AAAAAAAAAzw/wuX8llAaWAA/s512/Mom-and-Pop.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a>Brendan Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14148827232908024839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408484629110177065.post-55991072080445383732010-03-01T23:29:00.003-05:002010-03-01T23:53:21.865-05:00A Graying Cadre<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/S4yHVHMdBHI/AAAAAAAAAzM/PpbE_JvflAI/ImpeccableRiskers.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 1429px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/S4yHVHMdBHI/AAAAAAAAAzM/PpbE_JvflAI/ImpeccableRiskers.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a>Brendan Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14148827232908024839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408484629110177065.post-43850614944758311282010-03-01T23:23:00.004-05:002010-03-01T23:52:36.697-05:00Youthful Intensity<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/S4yHlrc81HI/AAAAAAAAAzc/UkbAKASXkP8/YouthfulIntensity.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 659px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/S4yHlrc81HI/AAAAAAAAAzc/UkbAKASXkP8/YouthfulIntensity.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a>Brendan Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14148827232908024839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408484629110177065.post-32493290347165345372010-01-26T16:03:00.003-05:002010-01-26T16:19:20.608-05:00New BandsThis blog is becoming more of a fffffound web page, but that's probably all we need right now. Enjoy the videos.<br /><br /><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dG65eqfg6bc&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dG65eqfg6bc&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object><br />Jay Reatard died recently, but I think he'll always be true punk and this video proves it.<br /><br /><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bMfSu8WBOv0&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bMfSu8WBOv0&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object><br />mewithoutYou has moved from the heavier stuff to a more indie-folk sound, but it's all good. This song is probably a favorite because of my love of intricate lyrics and a mild obsession with the toy piano.Brendan Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14148827232908024839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408484629110177065.post-84289443948674747982009-12-24T15:19:00.002-05:002009-12-24T15:21:09.943-05:00Alternative Christmas TraditionsI believe I will make December 26th official "Christmas Tree Bonfire/John Prine Sing-Along Day". Merry Christmas.<br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q2T11dWjS7Y&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q2T11dWjS7Y&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object>Brendan Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14148827232908024839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408484629110177065.post-80784601854136365502009-12-04T17:55:00.002-05:002009-12-05T19:21:00.177-05:00Influences<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/SxlVyKcTCAI/AAAAAAAAAmY/TIKvPxu9ZWU/s400/marley.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/SxlVyKcTCAI/AAAAAAAAAmY/TIKvPxu9ZWU/s400/marley.png" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/SxlbuSMcF6I/AAAAAAAAAoc/VdS-eadIXqM/s400/c-79.jpeg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/SxlbqRRNDfI/AAAAAAAAAnc/E1lOthcHwBw/s400/brit2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/Sxlbvsz1bpI/AAAAAAAAAow/KkfHSXliaW0/s400/watts_h.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/Sxlbvsz1bpI/AAAAAAAAAow/KkfHSXliaW0/s400/watts_h.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/SxlbrwX8pLI/AAAAAAAAAn8/7gmlyd6ymyA/s800/RdPNMgeEAd1sw702RmJqUgsi_500.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 374px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/SxlbrwX8pLI/AAAAAAAAAn8/7gmlyd6ymyA/s800/RdPNMgeEAd1sw702RmJqUgsi_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/Sxlbq4RktuI/AAAAAAAAAno/0Adv3w8LyK4/s800/levitt_4boys.jpg.jpeg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/Sxlbq4RktuI/AAAAAAAAAno/0Adv3w8LyK4/s800/levitt_4boys.jpg.jpeg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/SxlbwwMUl5I/AAAAAAAAApM/I1FpzyS3sfQ/s400/james_dean_ping_pong.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_9xRIoGps1ys/SxlbwwMUl5I/AAAAAAAAApM/I1FpzyS3sfQ/s400/james_dean_ping_pong.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Brendan Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14148827232908024839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408484629110177065.post-58295043316116934852009-11-05T21:06:00.001-05:002009-11-05T21:10:24.754-05:00What's up with that.This is one of the funniest things I've seen in a while. Jason Sudeikis' dancing in the red tracksuit is probably my favorite part. Enjoy.<br /><br /><object width="512" height="296"><param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/OxSKp04Pco-5FOuPGd-R_w"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/OxSKp04Pco-5FOuPGd-R_w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" width="512" height="296"></embed></object>Brendan Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14148827232908024839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408484629110177065.post-61164000834162732142009-10-29T00:01:00.002-04:002009-10-29T00:08:13.910-04:00From the Cradle to the Grave.Music videos aren't known for cinematography but some get it right. Like Spike Jonze. Or this one by Meiert Avis (a guy who did some videos for U2). Plus this a great song.<br /><br /><div><object width="420" height="339"><param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xmmyh" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /><embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xmmyh" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="339" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"></embed></object><br /><b><a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xmmyh">"All I Want Is You" U2</a></b><br /><i>by <a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Garglouik">Garglouik</a></i></div>Brendan Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14148827232908024839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408484629110177065.post-16630639410933761352009-10-09T01:11:00.009-04:002009-10-09T01:36:55.472-04:00Jon in Ithica<center><br /><br />Hit play and enjoy the shenanigans.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.gifninja.com"><img src="http://www.gifninja.com/Workspace/5880034b-8512-435f-a9c8-1d54a52f26af/output.gif" /></a><br /><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.google.com/reader/ui/3247397568-audio-player.swf?audioUrl=http://people.rit.edu/~bpl8658/imm/media/06%20WE%20LIKE%20TO%20PARTY.mp3" width="400" height="27" allowscriptaccess="never" quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" wmode="window" flashvars="playerMode=embedded"/></embed></center>Brendan Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14148827232908024839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408484629110177065.post-23885925106322549302009-09-30T02:22:00.003-04:002009-09-30T02:52:56.531-04:00JobsMy father was a singer. He traveled Europe with some other singers, bumming rides and praising God and making his vocal chords grow like biceps. He was good, and is good, and I'll hate the day when he isn't good. It's his thing, his paintbrush, his 67 Chevy, his elected position because lots of people think they sound good, but my dad KNOWS he sounds good and he ain't ashamed.<br /><br />My father was a printer. He loved drafts and rulers and pencils and desks with lamps attached and working hard and seeing what he created roll of the press in its bright yellow, blue and red ink with steam, metaphorical steam, surrounding him. He put up with the boss from hell who didn't appreciate him or maybe appreciated him too much but either way he came home everyday to a wife who cooked him hot meals and told him everything was ok. What else can you say?<br /><br />My father was a telephone marketer. He took orders from people all over the country and he gave them what they wanted and what they didn't know they wanted and what they didn't know that they probably didn't want. But he sold it to them anyways. And he was good. He knew he was good and I think that's what he likes in any job: to know that he is good at it. It doesn't have to be being President and after all, he wouldn't like it because what President ever honestly did a good job?<br /><br />My father was a purchaser. I still barely know what that means but he does and he does it well. Or did it well. He got laid off. it didn't really mean much to me but it did to him. Like a slap in the face and a short simple "You didn't do good enough". What's that supposed to mean? And who has that right? Capitalism can be a bitch.<br /><br />My father is a handyman. He holds a house together like Atlas or the freaking Kings' Men (if they were better at puzzles). All this time I thought he was a masochist or a workaholic or some O.C.D. patient but I get it now. He's good at it.<br /><br />My dad is good at what he does. All the time. And if he isn't he pays someone else to do it. Isn't that what everyone wants? To be good at something, anything? I know it's what I want.<br /><br />****************<br /><br />Been watching some spoken word poetry by a guy named Anis and I decided to make an improv poem so here you go.<br /><br />p.s. here's some anis<br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mFWiNNUfpC4&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mFWiNNUfpC4&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object>Brendan Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14148827232908024839noreply@blogger.com1